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 the

All three of them.

feeling

I mumble back, hugging

eyes greet me;

Damien only to get a

come in.’ I say to all of them as we finish greeting one another.Before any of them can actually step into the house, my father

Serena yesterday.It

he looks at me and then the rest of

bright red in

mortification without adding even more to it? "Think nothing of

says, smiling encouragingly at

reply and have to try my hardest to maintain that

let them in and

feeling erupts within my stomach

and luckily enough not many questions are

probably worried I'll faint on them once

as always doesn't speak much and only does so

his answers are curt and

all around friendly

done with, I stand up to collect the plates as Benedict and Dad

prototype of something or

I'll be doing the very same thing soon

forward and grabs my plate and the

"You just rest sweetheart"

she smiles kindly, following

and smiles encouragingly at

to telepathically convey to her

and I both sit in the dining room in silence for a few seconds

too awkward for

"Wait"

cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

sit back down and look at

there, perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

I know exactly what he's

you the

dodging his own

try to think of a way out

I could actually pretend to faint

my father a chance to

"Why?"

again,

"Because I wanted to.

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

I know this whole situation goes far beyond

I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as I scrounge around

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

still looks at me with those emotionless eyes.Goading

look away, averting

I always do

from his seat and walks closer to me, leaning next

against my

me.’ He

I look him

want me to

as he removes his