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 face with

All three of them.

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

I mumble back,

up, those same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing

to get

any of them can actually step into the house, my father appears right next

with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment on the

smiling as he looks at me and then the rest of our

red in the

let me be in my own mortification without adding

smiling encouragingly

meekly in reply and have to try

in and as they do so, Damien

erupts within my

lunch goes by swiftly and luckily enough not

are probably worried I'll faint on

as always doesn't speak much and only does so when

answers are curt

an all around friendly

is over and done with, I stand up to collect

so Dad can coerce him into some other new prototype of something or other he's come up with to help the

be doing

grabs my plate

"You just rest sweetheart"

she smiles kindly, following my mother out of the

stands up and

to telepathically convey

in the dining room in silence for a

too awkward for

"Wait"

a voice, cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

sit back down and look at him

there, perfectly poised while looking

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

me, I know exactly what he's

could ask you

say, dodging his own

me and I try to think of a way out of

actually pretend to faint

that would give my father a chance to berate

"Why?"

again,

"Because I wanted to.

for me’ I say,

that but I know this whole situation goes far beyond

I know but I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

open as I scrounge around

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

looks at me with those emotionless eyes.Goading me

into his trap, I look away,

always do when

stands up from his seat and walks closer to

against my chin as he pushes my face

me.’ He

him

you want me to

he removes his hand from my