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.

I open the door and come face to face with

All three of them.

you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as

I mumble back,

those same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and

only to get a blank stare

finish greeting one another.Before any of them can actually step into

sincerely apologize for what happened with Serena yesterday.It is an

as he looks at me and then the rest of our

flush bright red

mortification without adding even more

smiling encouragingly at

try my hardest to maintain

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

feeling erupts within my

by swiftly and luckily enough not many questions are

probably worried I'll

only does so when someone asks him

usual his answers are

all around

up to collect the plates as Benedict and Dad head over

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

I'll be doing the very

plate and the other dishes

"You just rest sweetheart"

following my mother out of the

too stands up and smiles

me: I try to telepathically

sit in the dining room in silence

too awkward for

"Wait"

cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

mechanically, I sit back down and look at him

there, perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know exactly

could ask you the

say, dodging his own

think of a way out of this

could actually pretend to

my father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

again, his

"Because I wanted to.

father knows what's best for me’ I

know this whole situation

don't know how I know but

"You're lying."

He says outright.

open as I scrounge around

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

a perfect eyebrow and still looks at me with

I look away, averting my eyes to the

do when

closer to me,

down, his cold fingers press against my

me.’ He

look him dead

you want me

removes