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 the

All three of them.

to see you again.Thank goodness you're feeling better’'

I mumble

blue eyes greet

timidly at Damien only to

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

for what happened with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment on the whole family's

at me and then the

flush bright red in the

people just let me be in my own mortification without adding even more to

says, smiling encouragingly at

smile meekly in reply and have to try my hardest to maintain that same fake

both step aside to let them in

my

luckily enough not many questions

and Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint on them once again or

only does so when someone asks

his answers are curt

all around

I stand up to collect the plates as Benedict and

other new prototype of something or other he's come

be doing the

grabs my plate and the other

"You just rest sweetheart"

she smiles kindly, following my mother out of the

too stands up and

telepathically convey to her

the dining room in silence for a few seconds

too awkward

"Wait"

voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

sit back down and look at him in

there, perfectly poised while looking

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

I know exactly

could ask you the same

dodging his

to think of

could actually pretend to

that would give my father a chance

"Why?"

asks again, his

"Because I wanted to.

for me’ I say, lying

may think that but I know this whole situation goes far beyond

don't know how I know but I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

as I scrounge

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

eyebrow and still looks at

I look away, averting my eyes to

I always do when

to me, leaning

fingers press against my chin

at me.’ He

look him dead in the

you want me

as he removes his hand from my