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 to face

All three of them.

feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she

I mumble back,

eyes greet me; Distanced and

at Damien only to get a blank stare

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

sincerely apologize for what happened with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment on the whole

looks at me

flush bright red in the

can't people just let me be in my own mortification without adding even more to it?

smiling encouragingly

have to try

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

erupts within my stomach and

lunch goes by swiftly and luckily enough not

and Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint on them

always doesn't speak much and only

answers are curt

an all around

stand up to collect the plates

him into some other new prototype of something

think I'll be doing the very same thing soon

my plate and the

"You just rest sweetheart"

kindly, following my mother

up and smiles encouragingly

to telepathically convey

in the dining room in silence for

awkward

"Wait"

cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

down and look at

poised while looking at

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

me, I know exactly what he's talking

you the same

say, dodging his

me and I try to think of a way out

could actually pretend to faint this

my father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

again, his

"Because I wanted to.

for me’ I say, lying straight through

father may think that but I know this whole

how I know but I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

open as I

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

and still looks at me with

trap, I look away, averting my eyes to the

always do

stands up from his seat and walks closer to me, leaning next

fingers press against my chin as

me.’ He

look him dead in the

you want me

ask as he removes his