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.

you again.Thank goodness you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she pulls me into

mumble back,

blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing

only 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 to

for what happened with Serena yesterday.It

fake smiling as he looks at me and then the rest

flush bright red in the

my own mortification

says, smiling

in reply and have to try my hardest to maintain that same

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

feeling erupts within my stomach and I know something is

luckily enough not many questions

Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint

as always doesn't speak much and only does so when

usual his answers are curt

all around

done with, I stand up to collect the plates

so Dad can coerce him into some other new prototype of something or other he's come up with to help the

be doing the very

forward and grabs my plate

"You just rest sweetheart"

says as she smiles kindly, following my mother

up and smiles encouragingly at

try to telepathically convey

and I both sit in the dining room in silence for a

awkward

"Wait"

a voice, cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

sit back down and

poised while looking

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know exactly what

ask you

say, dodging his own

me and I try to think of a way

could actually pretend

give my father a chance to berate me once

"Why?"

asks again, his

"Because I wanted to.

knows what's best for me’ I say, lying straight through my

may think that but I know

know how I know

"You're lying."

He says outright.

mouth drops open as

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

still looks at me

look away, averting my eyes to

I always do

to me, leaning next to the table right where

press against my chin

at me.’ He

look him dead in the

you want

removes