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 face to face

All three of them.

feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she pulls

I mumble back, hugging

up, those same blue eyes greet

timidly at Damien only to get a blank stare in

I 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 is an embarrassment

at me and

red

people just let me be in my own mortification without adding even more to it? "Think nothing

says, smiling encouragingly

meekly in reply and have to try

let them in and as they

feeling erupts within my stomach and I know something

goes by swiftly and luckily enough not many questions are directed

are probably worried I'll

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

his answers are

all

to 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

to think I'll be doing

plate and the other dishes from

"You just rest sweetheart"

as she smiles kindly, following my mother out

too stands up and smiles

to telepathically convey to her but nonetheless

in the dining room in silence for a few

too awkward for

"Wait"

voice, cutting

"Sit"

He commands.

down

there, perfectly poised while looking at

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

I know

ask you the same

dodging his own

me and I try to think of a way out of this

pretend to

would give my father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

asks again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

me’ I say, lying

think that but I know this whole situation goes far beyond

know how I know but I just

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as I scrounge

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

looks at me

away, averting

always do

and walks closer to me, leaning

press against my chin

me.’

look him dead

do you want

he removes his hand from