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 to face

All three of them.

again.Thank goodness you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she pulls me into a

mumble back,

same blue eyes greet

only to get a blank

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

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

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

flush bright red in the

my own mortification without adding even more to it? "Think

smiling encouragingly

and have to try my hardest

aside to let them in and

nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and I know something is

and luckily enough not many questions

Katelyn are probably worried I'll

and only

his answers are

all around

collect the plates as Benedict and Dad head over

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

doing the very

my plate and the other dishes

"You just rest sweetheart"

following my mother out of

stands up and smiles encouragingly

I try to telepathically convey to her but

both sit in the dining room in silence for

awkward for

"Wait"

a voice, cutting

"Sit"

He commands.

I sit back down and look at him in

perfectly poised while looking

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

know exactly what

could ask you the

dodging his

try to think of a

I could actually pretend to

father a chance to berate me once

"Why?"

again, his

"Because I wanted to.

knows what's best for me’ I say,

but I know this whole situation

I know but I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as I scrounge around for

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

looks at me with those emotionless eyes.Goading me to

away, averting my

always do when

to me, leaning next to

my chin as he pushes

me.’ He

I look him dead in the

you want

he removes his