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?"

motion for

listens to me but I do hear his

"What do you mean?"

I am cooking for you”

is you coming home from work

the way I have, makes me feel immensely

I'm implying but merely by the picture I've painted in my

seems so vividly

though, that situation will never

between us, I

me, afraid

the kitchen is the

My entire body

is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some

though I can see a hint of amusement playing in

even sure if I'm just imagining

my lip to stop from smiling though I know he can't

counting on it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying, playing

and served the food, its pretty late but none of

do we do now? Regarding the whole you teaching me

between

will be incredibly busy and tiring

things but that should be all.From Monday you will come and start to work with me at the office.’’ He says as

help but to feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all

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 later on when you

since I always seem to have a

I can never seem

my alarm starts

I know I can't hit snooze again or else

I can't do that

that, my mind pauses

attire of skinny jeans and

formal? My eyes dart from dresses to skirts

know where

up to fancy and then everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress up way to

reaching for a pale blue dress and a

too formal nor

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

chirp happily earning only a

I guess last nights playful banter

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the opposite

out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half

fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter

"We'll be late."

let me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

way from here and to put

I walk past him to the front door, patting him on

only had to wait a