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 with

All three of them.

you're feeling better’'

all I mumble

blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing as

to get a blank stare in

them can actually step into the house, my father appears right next

happened with Serena yesterday.It is

fake smiling as he looks at me and

flush bright red in

me be in my own mortification without adding even

says, smiling encouragingly at

smile meekly in reply and have to try

step aside to let them in and as

him, a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and I know

and luckily enough not many questions

Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint on them

always doesn't speak much and only does so when

usual his answers are curt

an all

to collect the plates as Benedict and Dad head over to

coerce him into some other new prototype of something

to think I'll be doing

plate and the other dishes from my

"You just rest sweetheart"

as she smiles kindly, following my mother out of

stands up and smiles encouragingly at

telepathically convey

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

awkward

"Wait"

a voice, cutting

"Sit"

He commands.

I sit back down and

perfectly poised while looking at

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

me, I know exactly what he's talking

ask you the same

dodging his

try to think of a way out of

I could actually pretend to

father a chance to berate

"Why?"

asks again, his

"Because I wanted to.

best for me’ I say, lying straight through my

know this

how I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

mouth drops open as I

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

a perfect eyebrow and still looks at me with those

trap, I look away, averting

I always do

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

press against my chin as he pushes my

at me.’

him

want

as he removes his hand from