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.

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

I mumble back, hugging

blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing as

timidly at Damien only to

say to all of them as we finish greeting one another.Before any of them can actually

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

smiling as he looks at me and then

flush bright red in

be in my own mortification without adding

smiling

have to try my hardest to

step aside to let them in and

erupts within my stomach and I

lunch goes by swiftly and luckily enough not many

probably worried I'll faint on them once again or

only does so when

answers are curt and

all around friendly

collect the plates as Benedict and Dad head over to the

new prototype of something or other he's

doing the very same thing soon

plate and the other dishes from

"You just rest sweetheart"

says as she smiles kindly, following my mother out of the

up and smiles encouragingly at

to telepathically convey to her but nonetheless

room in silence for a few seconds until I finally

too awkward

"Wait"

cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

back down and look at him in

sits there, perfectly poised

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know exactly

could ask you the

dodging his

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

I could actually pretend to

father a chance

"Why?"

asks again, his

"Because I wanted to.

best for me’

father may think that but I know

I know

"You're lying."

He says outright.

mouth drops open as I scrounge

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

at me

trap, I look away,

I always do when

stands up from his seat and walks closer to me,

press against my chin as he

at me.’

him dead in

want me

removes his hand from my