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.

door and come face to

All three of them.

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

mumble

same blue eyes greet me;

at Damien only to get a blank stare

one another.Before any of them can actually step

what happened with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment on

fake smiling as he looks at me

red in

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

smiling encouragingly at

try my hardest to maintain

in

my stomach and I know something is

and luckily enough

are probably worried I'll

much and only does so when someone asks

usual his answers are curt

all around friendly

to collect the plates

Dad can coerce him into some other new prototype of something or other

doing the very same

forward and grabs my plate

"You just rest sweetheart"

following my mother out of

up and smiles encouragingly at

I try to telepathically convey to her but nonetheless she

in the dining room in silence for a few

too awkward

"Wait"

cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

back down

there, perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know

could ask you the

say, dodging

try to think of a way out of this

pretend

father a chance to berate

"Why?"

asks again,

"Because I wanted to.

what's best for me’ I say, lying

I know

how I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as I

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

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

into his trap, I look away, averting my

always do when I

from his seat and walks closer to

fingers press against my chin as he pushes

at me.’

look him dead in

want me to

ask as he removes