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.

the door and come face

All three of them.

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

all I mumble back,

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

smile timidly at Damien only to

all of them as we finish greeting one another.Before any of them can actually step into

happened with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment on the

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

flush bright red in the

be in my own mortification without adding even

says, smiling encouragingly

try my hardest to maintain

aside to let them in

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

goes by swiftly and luckily enough

worried I'll faint on them

much and only does so when someone

usual his answers

an all around

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

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

to think I'll be doing the

grabs my plate and the

"You just rest sweetheart"

kindly, following my

stands up and smiles encouragingly

I try to telepathically convey to her but nonetheless

and I both sit in the dining room in silence for a few

awkward

"Wait"

voice, cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

down and look at him

poised while looking at

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

know exactly

could ask you the same

dodging his

and I try to think of

actually pretend to faint

my father a chance to berate me once

"Why?"

again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

for me’ I say, lying straight through

father may think that but I know this whole situation

how I know but I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

as I

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

still looks at me with those emotionless eyes.Goading me

trap, I look away,

I always do when I

up from his seat and walks closer to me,

cold fingers press against my chin

me.’

look him

want me to

ask as he removes