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.

door and come face

All three of them.

you again.Thank goodness you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos

all I mumble back,

up, those same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and

Damien only to get a blank

we finish greeting one another.Before any of them can actually step into the house, my father appears right next to me and places an

Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment

at me and then the rest of our

bright red in the

me be in my own mortification without adding even more

smiling encouragingly

have to try my hardest to maintain that

to let them in and as they do so, Damien

at him, a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and I know something is going to

and luckily enough not many questions are directed

probably worried I'll faint

always doesn't speak much and only does so when someone asks

answers are curt

all around friendly

to collect the plates as Benedict

prototype of something or other he's come up with to help the

think I'll be doing the very same

my plate and the other dishes

"You just rest sweetheart"

following my mother out of the

and smiles

telepathically

in silence

awkward

"Wait"

voice, cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

mechanically, I sit back down and look

there, perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

I know

ask you the same

dodging his own

me and I try to think

pretend to

give my father a chance to berate

"Why?"

asks again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

knows what's best for me’

father may think that but I know this whole situation goes

I know but

"You're lying."

He says outright.

open as

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

looks at me with those

I look away, averting my

always do when I get

seat and walks closer to me, leaning

press against my chin as

me.’

I look him dead in

you want me to

as he removes