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.

and come

All three of them.

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

I mumble

blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing as

to

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

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

fake smiling as he looks at me and

red in

mortification without adding even more to

says, smiling

and have to try my hardest to maintain that same fake

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

my stomach and I know something is going

goes by swiftly and luckily enough not

probably worried I'll faint on them once again

doesn't speak much and only does so

answers

an all

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

Dad can coerce him into some other new prototype of something

I'll be doing the

my plate

"You just rest sweetheart"

kindly, following my mother out

and

to telepathically

both sit in the dining room in

awkward for

"Wait"

voice, cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

I sit back down and look at him in

sits there, perfectly poised while looking at

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know exactly what he's talking

ask you

dodging

and I try to think of a way out of

pretend

give my father a chance to berate

"Why?"

asks again,

"Because I wanted to.

best for me’

may think that but I know this whole situation

how I know

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as I

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

at me with those emotionless eyes.Goading

away, averting

always do when I

seat and walks closer to me, leaning next to the table right where I'm

down, his cold fingers press against my chin as

at me.’

look him dead in the

do you want

he removes