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.

so lovely to see you again.Thank goodness you're feeling better’' Katelyn

mumble back,

eyes greet

to get a blank stare

finish greeting one another.Before any of them can actually step into the house,

Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment

smiling as he looks at me and then the rest

flush bright red in

own mortification without adding even

smiling encouragingly at

have to try my hardest

them in and as

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

lunch goes by swiftly and luckily enough not many questions are directed at

Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint on them once again or

speak much and only

answers are curt and

all around friendly

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

prototype of something or

think I'll be doing

and grabs my plate

"You just rest sweetheart"

kindly, following my mother out

up and

to telepathically convey to

and I both sit in the dining room in silence for

awkward for

"Wait"

a voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

sit back down and

sits there, perfectly poised while looking at

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

I know exactly what he's

ask you

say, dodging his own

think of a way out of this

actually pretend to faint this

father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

asks again,

"Because I wanted to.

best for me’

may think that but I know this

know how I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

mouth drops open as I scrounge around for

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

still looks at me with those

look away,

do when I get

up from his seat and walks closer to me, leaning next to the table right where I'm

down, his cold fingers press against my

me.’

look him dead in the

do you want

as he removes his hand from