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

All three of them.

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

I mumble

greet me;

smile timidly at Damien only to get

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

for what happened with Serena yesterday.It

smiling as he looks at me and then the

flush bright red

be in my own mortification without adding even more

says, smiling

in reply 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

him, a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and I

goes by swiftly and luckily enough not many

probably worried I'll faint on them once

much and only

usual his answers are

all around friendly

I stand up to collect the plates as Benedict

some other new prototype of something or other he's

I'll be doing the very same

plate and the other dishes

"You just rest sweetheart"

kindly, following my

and

leave me: I try to telepathically convey to

room in silence for a few seconds

awkward for

"Wait"

a voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

sit back down

poised while looking at

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know exactly what

could ask you the same

dodging

me and I try to think of a

pretend to faint

my father a chance to

"Why?"

asks again, his

"Because I wanted to.

knows what's best for me’ I say,

I know this whole situation goes far

how I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

as I scrounge

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

eyebrow and still looks at me with those

look away, averting my eyes to the

always do when

his seat and walks closer to me, leaning next to the

down, his cold fingers press against my chin as he pushes

at me.’ He

him

you want

he removes his hand from my