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

he actually listens to me but I

"What do you mean?"

as sexist and preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for

only thing missing is you coming home from work and asking what's

it just the way I have, makes me

what I'm implying but merely by the picture I've

seems so

that situation

us, I

afraid

kitchen is the

My entire body freezes at the

over my shoulder to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if

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

not even sure if I'm just imagining

from smiling

wouldn't be counting on it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying,

food, its pretty late

now? Regarding the whole

ask, in between

be incredibly busy

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

help but to feel pleased that even if

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

myself in particular this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since I

where I can never seem

once more as my alarm starts

however, I know I can't hit snooze again or else I'll be

do that to

all that, my

casual attire

formal? My eyes dart from dresses

even know where

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

I'm reaching for a pale blue dress

doesn't seem too formal nor

Damien's standing

earning only

playful banter is

"You ready to go?"

turn in the opposite direction from

a minute’ I call out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper

fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at

"We'll be late."

me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and their

annoyance all the way from here and to put him out of his misery I

spoon in the sink, I walk past him to the front door,

had to wait