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 face to face with the

All three of them.

goodness you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she pulls me

all I mumble

greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing as

only to get a blank stare in

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

Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment

says, fake smiling as he looks at me and then the rest of our

flush bright red in

own mortification without adding even more to it? "Think nothing of

smiling encouragingly at

in reply and have to try my hardest to maintain that

I both step aside to let them in

within my stomach and I know something is going to

swiftly and luckily enough not many questions

Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint on

much and only does so

usual his answers are

an all around

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

can coerce him into some other new prototype of something

think I'll be doing

grabs my plate and the other dishes from

"You just rest sweetheart"

she smiles kindly, following my mother out of

and

I try to telepathically convey to

both sit in the dining room in silence

too awkward for

"Wait"

voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

back down

perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

I know exactly what he's talking

you the

dodging his own

me and I try to think of a way out of this

actually pretend to faint

father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

asks again, his

"Because I wanted to.

me’ I say,

may think that but I know this

I know but I just

"You're lying."

He says outright.

open as I scrounge around for

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

still looks at me

look away, averting my eyes

do

from his seat and walks closer to

fingers press against my chin

me.’

look him dead

you want me to

removes his hand