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.

come face to face with

All three of them.

feeling better’' Katelyn

all I mumble back,

blue eyes greet

timidly at Damien only to get a blank

finish greeting one another.Before any of them can actually step into the house, my father appears right next to me

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

says, fake smiling as he looks at me and then the rest

flush bright red in

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

smiling encouragingly

try my hardest to maintain that same fake

aside to let them in and as

him, a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and I know something

enough not many questions are

worried I'll faint on them

speak much and only

usual his answers are curt

all around

lunch is over and done with, I stand up to collect the plates as Benedict and Dad head

of something or other he's come up

be doing the very same

and grabs my plate and the

"You just rest sweetheart"

as she smiles kindly, following my mother out

too stands up and

leave me: I try to telepathically convey to her but

dining room in silence for a few seconds

too awkward

"Wait"

cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

back down

sits there, perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

know

ask you the

say, dodging his own

try to think of a way out of

I could actually pretend to faint

a chance to

"Why?"

again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

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

know

I know but

"You're lying."

He says outright.

as I scrounge around for

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

a perfect eyebrow and still looks at me with those emotionless eyes.Goading me to

away, averting my eyes

I always do

and walks closer to

down, his cold fingers press against my chin as he pushes

me.’ He

look him dead in

do you want me

he removes