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.

open the door and come face to face

All three of them.

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

all I mumble back,

up, those same blue eyes greet

only to get a blank stare in

any of them can actually step

sincerely apologize for what happened with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment

looks at me and then

bright red in the

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

says, smiling

in reply and have to try my hardest

and I both step aside to let them in and as they do

him, a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and I know

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

I'll faint on them once

always doesn't speak much and only does

usual his answers are curt

all around friendly

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

of

doing the

grabs my plate and

"You just rest sweetheart"

as she smiles kindly, following my mother

too stands up and smiles

me: I try to telepathically convey to her

both sit in the dining room in silence for a few seconds until I

awkward for

"Wait"

voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

down and look at him in

sits there, perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

me, I know exactly what he's

could ask you the

dodging his own

me and I try to think of a way

I could actually pretend to faint

give my father a chance

"Why?"

again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

knows what's best for me’ I say, lying straight through my

father may think that but I know this whole situation goes far

how I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as I scrounge around

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

eyebrow and still looks at me with

away, averting my eyes to the

do when I

from his seat and walks closer to me, leaning next to the table right where

against my chin as

me.’

I look him

want me to

he removes his hand from