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.

I open the door and come face to face with the

All three of them.

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

mumble

same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing as

Damien only to get a blank

we finish greeting one another.Before any of them can

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

fake smiling as he looks at me

bright red

let me be in my own mortification without adding even more to it? "Think nothing of

says, smiling

and have to try my hardest to maintain

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

erupts within my stomach and I know

luckily enough not many

Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint on them once again

speak much and only does

answers are

all around

stand up to collect the plates as Benedict and Dad head over to the

new prototype of something or other he's come up with to help

think I'll be doing the very same

plate and the other

"You just rest sweetheart"

kindly, following

stands up and

telepathically convey to her but nonetheless

in the dining room in silence for a few

awkward

"Wait"

a voice, cutting

"Sit"

He commands.

mechanically, I sit back down

there, perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

know exactly what he's

ask you

dodging his

to think of a way out of

actually pretend to faint

a

"Why?"

asks again, his

"Because I wanted to.

what's best for me’ I

father may think that but I know this whole

how I know but I just

"You're lying."

He says outright.

open as I scrounge around for

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

eyebrow and still looks at me

his trap, I look away, averting my eyes to

do

to me, leaning next to the table right where

press against my chin as he pushes my

me.’ He

him dead in the

want me to

removes his hand