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.

come face to

All three of them.

you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she pulls me into

all I mumble back,

up, those same blue eyes greet me;

Damien only to get a blank

them as we finish greeting one another.Before any of them can actually step into the house,

Serena yesterday.It is

at me and then the rest of our

red in

be in my own mortification without adding even more to it? "Think nothing

smiling encouragingly at

and have to try my hardest

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

within my stomach and I know

by swiftly and luckily enough not many questions are directed at

Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint on

speak much and only

usual his answers are curt and

all

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

prototype of something

be doing the

steps forward and grabs my plate

"You just rest sweetheart"

she smiles kindly, following my mother out

too stands up and smiles

I try to telepathically convey to her but

room in silence for a few seconds until I finally stand

too awkward for

"Wait"

voice, cutting

"Sit"

He commands.

mechanically, I sit back down and look at him in

there, perfectly poised

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know

ask you the same

dodging his

me and I try to think of a way out of

I could actually pretend to faint

give my father a chance to berate me once

"Why?"

asks again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

best for me’ I say, lying straight through my

think that but I know this whole situation goes far

know how I know

"You're lying."

He says outright.

mouth drops open as I scrounge around

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

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

trap, I look away, averting my eyes

do when I get

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

cold fingers press against my chin as he pushes my face

at me.’ He

look him

want me to

removes his hand from