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

me but

"What do you mean?"

be, here I am cooking for you” I take a

be husband.The only thing missing is you coming home from

just the way I have, makes me

implying but merely by the picture I've

seems so vividly

that situation will

us,

me, afraid of what Damien's

only sound in the kitchen is the chopping of my knife

could be a tradition in the making” My entire

over my shoulder to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some

and behold, there Damien sits as straight faced as ever though I can see a hint

if

from smiling though

it anytime

and served the food, its pretty

the whole you teaching me stuff

between mouthfuls

days from now one will be incredibly busy and tiring

things but that should be all.From Monday you will come and

even if my cooking isn't all that good,

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 later on when you wake up the

difficult since I always

I can never seem

once more as my alarm starts going off

know I can't hit snooze again

I can't do that to

bathroom for showering and all that, my mind pauses as I seemingly have a

I wear? My heart wants to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but

formal? My eyes dart from dresses to skirts to dress

know

fancy and then everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress up way to casual and the same exact

it, I'm reaching for a

doesn't seem too formal nor too

time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the

earning only a nod in

I guess last nights playful banter is a

"You ready to go?"

I turn in the opposite

my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to

flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at

"We'll be late."

me eat

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and their

can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put him out of

in the sink, I walk past him

only had to wait a