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.

come

All three of them.

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

I mumble

greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing

timidly at Damien only to get a blank

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

for what happened with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment on the whole family's

fake smiling as he looks at me and

red

can't people just let me be in my own mortification without adding even more to it?

smiling

meekly in reply and have to try

I both step aside to let them in

at him, a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach

swiftly and luckily enough

and Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint on them once

much and only does so

his answers are curt and

all around

over and done with, I stand up to collect the plates as

so Dad can coerce him into some other new prototype of something or other he's come up with

be doing the very same

forward and grabs my plate and the other dishes from

"You just rest sweetheart"

kindly, following my mother out of the

stands up and smiles

to telepathically convey

in the dining room in silence

awkward for

"Wait"

voice, cutting

"Sit"

He commands.

mechanically, I sit back down and look at him

sits there, perfectly poised

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

me, I know exactly

ask you the

dodging

fills me and I try to think of a way

could actually pretend to

father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

asks again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

what's best for me’ I

but I know this whole situation

I know

"You're lying."

He says outright.

as I scrounge

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

a perfect eyebrow and still looks at

I look away, averting my eyes to the

I always do when I get

stands up from his seat and walks closer to me,

against my chin

at me.’

him dead in the

do you want

removes his hand