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

All three of them.

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

mumble back,

greet me; Distanced

only to get a

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

what happened with Serena yesterday.It

at

red in

just let me be in my own mortification without adding even more to it? "Think

smiling

reply and have to try my

in and as they do

feeling erupts within my stomach

swiftly and luckily enough not many questions are

and Katelyn are probably worried I'll

doesn't speak much and only does so when someone asks him

his answers are curt and

all around

I stand up to collect the plates

him into some other new prototype of something or other he's come up with to

to think I'll be doing the very

grabs my plate and the other dishes from

"You just rest sweetheart"

she smiles kindly, following my

and smiles encouragingly at

to telepathically convey to her

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

too awkward for

"Wait"

voice, cutting

"Sit"

He commands.

sit back down and

perfectly poised while looking

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

I know exactly

you

dodging his

fills me and I try to think of

I could actually pretend to faint

a chance to

"Why?"

asks again, his

"Because I wanted to.

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

father may think that but I know this

I know but

"You're lying."

He says outright.

open as I

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

and still looks at

into his trap, I look away, averting

do when

his seat and walks closer to me,

press against my chin as

me.’

look him dead in

want

ask as he removes his hand from