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.

the door and come face to face

All three of them.

feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she pulls me into

I mumble back,

up, those same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and

timidly at Damien only to get a

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

with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment on the

says, fake smiling as he looks at me

bright red in

just let me be in my own mortification without adding even more to it? "Think

smiling encouragingly

have to try my hardest

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

within my stomach and

swiftly and luckily enough not many questions are directed at

I'll faint on them once again or

as always doesn't speak much and only does

his answers

all around

to collect the plates as Benedict and Dad head over to

prototype of something

I'll be doing the

forward and grabs my plate and the

"You just rest sweetheart"

as she smiles kindly, following

stands up and smiles encouragingly

try to telepathically convey to her

dining room in silence for a few seconds until I finally

awkward for

"Wait"

a voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

I sit back down and look at

there, perfectly poised

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

me, I know exactly what

ask you the same

say, dodging

fills me and I try to think of a way out

pretend

that would give my father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

again, his

"Because I wanted to.

father knows what's best for me’ I say, lying straight through my

think that but I know this

don't know how I know but I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as I scrounge

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

looks at

away, averting my eyes to the

I always do when

up from his seat and walks closer to me, leaning next to the table right where

my chin

me.’ He

look him dead in

you want me

he removes