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

All three of them.

goodness you're feeling better’'

I mumble back,

those same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and

only to

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

Serena yesterday.It is

fake smiling as he looks at

red in the

me be in my own mortification without adding even

smiling encouragingly at

to try my hardest

step aside to let them in and as they do so,

within my

and luckily enough

worried I'll faint on them once again or

and only does so when someone

usual his answers are curt

all around

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

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

to think I'll be doing the very same thing

plate and the other dishes from my

"You just rest sweetheart"

kindly, following my mother out of

too stands up and smiles encouragingly

telepathically convey to

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

awkward

"Wait"

voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

I sit back down and look at him

sits there, perfectly poised while looking at

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

I know

could ask you the same

say, dodging his own

to think of a way out of

I could actually pretend to faint this

would give my father a chance to berate

"Why?"

asks again,

"Because I wanted to.

for me’ I say, lying straight

father may think that but I know this whole situation

don't know how I know

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as

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

perfect eyebrow and still looks at me with those emotionless eyes.Goading me

look away, averting

do

from his seat and walks closer to me, leaning next

fingers press against my chin as he pushes

me.’ He

look him

want

he removes his hand