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.

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

I mumble

those same blue eyes greet me;

at Damien only to get a blank stare

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

yesterday.It is an embarrassment on the

at me and then the

bright red in the

let me be in my own mortification without adding even more to it? "Think nothing

says, smiling encouragingly at

have to try my hardest to

in and as they do so, Damien catches my

my stomach

by swiftly and luckily enough not many questions

probably worried I'll

doesn't speak much and only does so when

his answers are

an all around friendly

lunch is over and done with, I stand up to collect the plates as Benedict and Dad head over to the

new prototype of something or other

I'll be doing the very same thing

forward and grabs my plate and the

"You just rest sweetheart"

as she smiles kindly, following

too stands up and smiles

leave me: I try to telepathically convey

sit in the dining room in

too awkward for

"Wait"

voice, cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

down and

perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know exactly

you the

say, dodging his

I try to think of a way

could actually pretend to faint this

that would give my father a chance to

"Why?"

again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

what's best for me’

I know this whole situation goes

know how I know but I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

as I scrounge around

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

raises a perfect eyebrow and still looks at me with those emotionless eyes.Goading

his trap, I look away, averting my eyes

do when I get

walks closer to me, leaning next to the table right where

fingers press against my chin as he pushes my

at me.’

him

do you want

as he removes his hand