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

All three of them.

you again.Thank goodness you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as

mumble back, hugging

greet me; Distanced

smile timidly at Damien only to

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

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

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

bright red in

me be in my own mortification without adding even

says, smiling encouragingly at

and have to try my

I both step aside to let them in and

him, a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach

by swiftly and luckily enough not many questions are

worried I'll faint

as always doesn't speak much and only does so

his answers are

an all around

collect the plates as Benedict

prototype of something or other he's come up

doing the very

plate

"You just rest sweetheart"

following

up and smiles encouragingly at

leave me: I try to telepathically convey to her but

both sit in the dining room in

too awkward for

"Wait"

cutting

"Sit"

He commands.

I sit back down

there, perfectly poised while looking at

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

know exactly what he's talking

you the

dodging his own

to think

pretend

give my father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

again, his

"Because I wanted to.

for me’

I know this whole situation

how I know but I just

"You're lying."

He says outright.

as

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

at me with

into his trap, I look away, averting my eyes to

I always do

up from his seat and walks closer to me, leaning next to

his cold fingers press against my chin as he pushes

at me.’

I look him

you want me to

as he removes his hand from my