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."

the silence gets too

eyes remain on the road, not even glancing

a good thing

slightly

reply to my statement he nods but

what exactly is going on?"

just make

my fiancée as I am

He answers simply.

this whole marriage thing.’ Damien takes his eyes off of the road and onto me briefly before reverting his

we're together to please him and then later on we

let out a deep

way better than what I

will have to be careful with your relationships so no one too important finds out.’ As he says this

shake my

date.’ Damien slightly tilts his head at me, almost in a

"Neither do I."

some reason makes me smile and I find myself biting my lip so as to

drive goes on without

to think of how to converse with him as it might

idly by in so

and there but all I get in return

in the grassy fields on either side of

back to Damien I feel

him if he wants to play ‘I Spy’ but I

I settle back down into my seat and out of the corner of

it, we turn into a very posh looking neighborhood with its huge mansions, neatly trimmed gardens and expensive cars parked

those huge manners until they start

their driveways but instead he turns onto a

and then I slowly start to see where we are

sight before me and numerous times I glance at Damien and then the

lives here? In the middle of a small clearing with tress covering

of sorts completely made out of

off that sort of cold

at the stone and wooden framework of the house with erected pillars,

chimney billowing

guess one should truly never

learn from that quote unfortunately and continue

"You live here?"

I find myself asking.

nearly cringe at my stupid question and

All that nodding.

the driveway and

continue to gaze

out of

Damien stands there, holding the car door open for me.I smile

to the other car— which had followed us—

out into the open trunk of the car to grab some of my things, however, Damien stops me and instead hands me over his

"Let yourself in.

few things but he still doesn't

entryway and insert the key into the

face as I take in the interior