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.

I open the door and come face to face

All three of them.

feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she

I mumble back,

those same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing as

at Damien only to get a blank

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

Serena yesterday.It

looks at me and then

flush bright red in

me be in my own mortification without

smiling encouragingly at

reply and have to try my hardest to maintain that

step aside to let them in and as they do so, Damien

him, a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and

and luckily enough not many questions are directed at

Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint

as always doesn't speak much and only does so when someone

usual his answers

all

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

into some other new prototype of something or other he's come

to think I'll be doing the very same thing soon

my plate and the other dishes

"You just rest sweetheart"

following my

and smiles encouragingly

try to telepathically convey to her

the dining room in silence for a few seconds until I

awkward for

"Wait"

voice, cutting

"Sit"

He commands.

back down

there, perfectly poised while looking at

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

me, I know exactly what

ask you

say, dodging his own

think of a way out

pretend

give my father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

asks again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

best for me’ I say, lying

that but I know this whole situation goes far

how I know

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as

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

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

into his trap, I look away, averting my eyes to

always do when I get

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

my chin as he pushes my face

me.’

him dead in the

do you want

ask as he removes his hand from my