In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

The both of us trudge down the garden in silence as I gaze at his back.

Why would he come so soon? I expect he has more important work to do than to help me to move in with.

Just the thought of moving in with him leaves me slightly weary.

I barely know the guy.

Anything can happen.

And that's what I'm worried about but who wouldn't be? "Why did you come so soon?"

I find myself asking, "Not that I didn't want you to but I gather you have more important things to do."

I finish somewhat lamely.

Damien glances over his shoulder to look at me.

"I perceived you would rather I make this happen as soon as possible."

With that he turns around and fastens his pace.

Damien is sort of right about that.

There's this one part of me, that actually wants to go with him, to leave this place- more in particular, my fathers ever so watchful eye— and for all this to be just over and done with.

The other part of me, wants to stay here and wallow in my memories of what could have been.

I mean nearly everyone feels the same, don't they? I nod my head and go to thank him but just at that moment, he opens the door and enters into the house through the kitchens back door.My eyes immediately dart to my family standing in the middle and not even a moment later is my mother pulling me into her, hugging the life out of me.

Even Sarah joins in the hug while my mother coos various things in my ear.

However my father stands there rigidly, barely glancing at me.

By the time we all pull away, Damien has gone out to the front of the house.

Following behind him into the living room, I notice two people carrying the boxes from my bedroom and out of the house.

I peak my head out the front door only to see a black car standing right next to Damien's car where he himself is, tapping away on his phone.

Noticing me, he puts his phone away and comes over to me, where I stand in the entry way to talk to my father about certain things.

Once again, I say my goodbyes with plentiful of hugs from my mother and sister.

I turn to my father, not too sure on what to do however he answers for me by walking away.

My face falls at his actions but I quickly plaster on a fake smile.

Turning to Damien, I brighten my smile up a notch since I have a feeling he usually sees through all these little occurrences.

I'm apparently correct as Damien quickly scans my face but thankfully he doesn't say anything regarding it.

Finishing my final goodbyes, I soon find myself sitting in Damien's car as a lapse of silence greets us.

He's always so quiet.

"Thank you."

say as the silence gets too much for

on the road, not even

good

it slightly

statement he nods but doesn't say

is

to just

are my fiancée as I

He answers simply.

at him, "So we're going through with this whole marriage thing.’ Damien takes his eyes off of the

will act like we're together to please him and then later on

let out a deep

what I

with your relationships so no one too important

shake my

at me, almost in a questioning way before he looks

"Neither do I."

thought for some reason makes me smile and I find myself biting my

of the drive goes

to think of how to converse with him as it might take a good hours

sit idly by in so

my best to make small talk here and there but all I get in return

glance out the window, taking in the grassy fields on either side

back to Damien I feel this sudden urge

childishness wants to come out and ask him if he wants to

and out

goes by like that and before I know it, we turn into a very posh looking neighborhood with its huge mansions, neatly

manners until they start to get further

turn into one of their driveways but instead he turns onto a small separate road with

and then I slowly start to see where we

drops open at the sight before me and numerous times I glance at Damien

here? In the middle of a small clearing with tress covering every side,

sorts completely made out of glass

he does give off that

onto my face as I look at the stone and wooden framework of the

even see a chimney billowing out of the

should truly never judge a book by their

learn from that quote unfortunately and

"You live here?"

I find myself asking.

cringe at my stupid question and just smile as

All that nodding.

in the

gaze at

like something out of a

snap out of my reverie as Damien stands there, holding the car door open for me.I smile up at him and thank

us head to the other car— which had followed us— where all

trunk of the car to grab some of my things, however, Damien stops me and

"Let yourself in.

carry a few things

towards the entryway and insert the key

as I take in the interior of the