In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclanes' P 0.V

My mouth immediately goes dry as my fathers glare strengthens.

"Get.In’' He growls out once again.

Nodding my head, I quickly slip into the house and make my way to the living room, my fathers fast paced steps echoing behind me.

"What was that little stunt you pulled there?"

My father asks me as soon as I twist myself around to see him.

"Stunt?" Is all I ask, bewildered.

Surely he didn't think that was all an act.

"Yes! To think I could have at least trusted you enough to not embarrass me.

It's certainly good to know that you are incapable of handling something as simple as that"

By now my father is nearly screaming into my face, his words gaining volume, which makes me take a hesitant step back.

I know my father won't harm me.

It's all merely verbal what he throws at me.

"I swear I didn't do it on purpo-,;' I try to plead but it's like asking for a miracle to not be cut off when talking to my Dad.

"No excuses.I've had it up to here with your nuisance"

At that, I visibly flinch.

He's never been so angry before.

Does all this mean that much to him? Noticing my slightly scared look, my father takes a step back to calm himself.

He takes in a deep breath and rakes a hand through his red hair.

"Tomorrow; he says pausing as he takes another breath, "The Stryker's are coming over for lunch.I don't want to see any of this nonsense and I want you to be polite and for heavens sake don't faint again.’'Dad says.

Tomorrow? They're coming again.

I don't think I can handle so much in a span of forty eight hours.

Nonetheless I nod my head and wait for him to finish as I know there is more to come.

"You will be sleeping in your sisters room tonight: "Why?"I ask in confusion.

"I don't need any more hassle of you running away or anything of the sorts."He clarifies.

Hearing that makes my stomach drop as my mind flashes to Sarah and our brief conversation before we left for the Stryker's house.

She wouldn't dare do such a thing, after all she is my sister.

"Now go.’ He dismisses, pulling me out of my thoughts.

It doesn't take me long to scurry out of his vision, albeit I nearly trip in my heels as I make my way up the stairs.

The ringing of the doorbell makes me freeze in place.

Sarah looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I sigh in defeat as I lift myself up off of the barstool in the kitchen.

"Serena, could you get the door please."

My mother asks me from the living room.

Prodding my head in through the entryway, I catch a glimpse of her fluffing the cushions and sitting various decorations straight into place.

The doorbell rings once more and I quickly make my way towards it.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and give myself a very fast and brief pep talk.

I open the door and come

All three of them.

lovely to see you again.Thank goodness you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she pulls me into a

all I mumble back, hugging

up, those same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing

Damien only to get a blank stare

them can actually step into the house, my father appears right next to me and places

yesterday.It is an embarrassment on the whole family's

he looks at me and

flush bright red in

be in my own mortification without adding even more to it?

smiling encouragingly

smile meekly in reply and have to try my

step aside to let them in and as they do so,

my stomach and I

by swiftly and luckily enough not many questions are

Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint on them once

much and only does so when someone

answers are

all around friendly

collect the plates as Benedict and Dad

him into some other new prototype of something

doing the

plate and the

"You just rest sweetheart"

she smiles kindly, following my mother out of

stands up and smiles encouragingly at

telepathically convey to her but nonetheless she

the dining room in silence for a few seconds until I finally

too awkward

"Wait"

cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

back down

perfectly poised

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

me, I know exactly what

you the same

dodging

me and I try to think of a

actually pretend to faint

that would give my father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

again,

"Because I wanted to.

father knows what's best for me’ I say, lying straight through my

may think that but I know this whole

I know but

"You're lying."

He says outright.

open as I scrounge around

"I-I'm not.I finish lamely.

looks at me with those emotionless eyes.Goading me to say

his trap, I look away, averting

I always do when I

and walks closer to me, leaning next to the table right where I'm

fingers press against my chin as he pushes my face

at me.’

I look him dead in

you want

he removes