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

All three of them.

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

I mumble back, hugging

blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing

only to get a blank stare in

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

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

says, fake smiling as he looks at me and then the

flush bright red in the

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

says, smiling encouragingly

to try my

both step aside to let them in and

a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and I

and luckily enough not many

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

only does so when someone asks him

usual his answers are curt and

all around

collect the plates as Benedict and Dad

into some other new prototype of something or other he's come up with

doing the very same thing

plate and the other dishes

"You just rest sweetheart"

kindly, following my mother out of

and smiles

to telepathically convey to her but nonetheless

the dining room in silence for a few seconds until I

awkward

"Wait"

voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

back down and look at

sits there, perfectly poised

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know exactly what he's talking

ask you the

say, dodging his own

think of a way

I could actually pretend to

father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

again, his

"Because I wanted to.

what's best for me’

may think that but I know this whole situation goes

know how I know but

"You're lying."

He says outright.

open as I scrounge

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

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

his trap, I look away, averting my eyes to

I always do

his seat and walks closer to me, leaning next to

my chin as he pushes my face

at me.’

I look him

want me

ask as he removes his hand from