In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

Lying face down on the bed, I can't help but to let out a low agonizing groan.

It took me absolutely ages to get all my various stuff out of the boxes and then arrange them where I deemed fit.

I even considered leaving it and doing it bit by bit but then I knew I'd be having this nagging voice in the corner of my mind goading me at every chance.

I guess I have weird traits like that.

Luckily though, I manage to do it just in time.

As I lie there, my mind starts to wander off to different places and situations.

What if my father had decided to marry me off to someone else? Someone not as understanding as Damien? I shudder just thinking of it.

A few moments go by and then a soft knocking erupts on the door.

Glancing up from my bed, my hair disheveled and my face red from the exertion of having to move things about, I see Damien standing in the doorway.

If it is possible for Damien to show any sort of emotion, I'd say he looks rather uncomfortable.

I raise an eyebrow as he stands there, not saying anything.

"Yes?" I goad.

"What would you like for dinner?" He asks tersely.

"Whatever's easiest.’’ I shrug, fixing my slightly rolled up shirt.

"That would be?" He pries.

Judging from his slightly uncomfortable stance, I get up from the bed and pass him as I make my way downstairs.

Entering into the kitchen, I look at the time to see it's nearing nine.

Wow, I wasn't unpacking as long as I had expected.

Approaching footsteps reach my ears and I smile as I know he's following me.

Scanning the stainless steel kitchen, my eyes land on the refrigerator as I make my way toward it.

Opening it, I scan all the ingredients.

"You don't cook much do you?"

I ask as I lean in to grab ingredients for the dish I'm making.

Piling everything into my hands, I turn to see him standing idly near the kitchen island.

Seeing my arms full, he rushes towards me and lessens my load.

"I don't"

He answers stoically as he places them onto the counter; Looking at them as if they're some sort of foreign abomination.

Laughing at him, I nudge Damien out of the way and grab a knife to begin preparing everything.

"I guess we're fitting into our roles very well aren't we?"

as I motion for him

he actually listens to me but I do hear his voice

"What do you mean?"

sexist and preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for you” I take a pause as I let

only thing missing is you coming home from work and

just the way I have, makes me feel immensely

implying but merely by the picture

all seems so

that situation will

between us,

behind me, afraid of what

is the chopping

the making” My entire body freezes at the playful

actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been

as straight faced as ever though I can see a

if I'm just

revert my gaze, biting my lip to stop from smiling though I know he can't

anytime soon.’ I find myself

food,

we do now? Regarding the whole you teaching

in between

days from now one will be incredibly busy and

and we will need to settle a few things but that should be all.From Monday you will come and start to work with me at the office.’’ He says as he stands to get more food

to feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all that good, at least it's

I continue to eat.Going to bed late when I have to wake up early in the morning is a habit I have never learnt from.It's sort of like when you're drinking but you know it's gonna come to bite you in the ass

‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have a personal attachment with

never seem to

as my alarm starts

I can't hit snooze again or else I'll

I can't do that to

my mind pauses as I seemingly

to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt

eyes dart from dresses to

don't even know where

up to fancy and then everyone looks at me weird?

know it, I'm reaching for a pale

seem too formal nor

downstairs, Damien's standing

chirp happily earning only

nights playful banter

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the opposite

out, my voice coming out weirdly

a seat at the counter just

"We'll be late."

let me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and their

annoyance all the way from here and

and spoon in the sink, I walk past him to

to wait a