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?"

I motion for him to sit

not sure if he actually listens to me but I do hear his voice a little farther

"What do you mean?"

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

is you coming home

it just the way I have, makes

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

all seems so vividly

that situation will never

us,

afraid of what Damien's reaction might

sound in the kitchen is

be a tradition in the making” My entire body

to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by

Damien sits as straight faced as ever though I

if I'm just imagining

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

anytime

the time I've cooked and served the food,

do now? Regarding the whole you teaching me

ask, in between

days from now one will be incredibly busy and tiring but

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 from the

but to feel pleased that even if

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

is difficult since I always seem to have a personal attachment with my

I can never seem to leave

my alarm

know I can't hit snooze again

can't do

for showering and all that, my mind pauses as

to go to my usual casual attire

formal? My eyes dart from dresses

know where we're

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

a pale blue dress

too formal nor

make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the

chirp happily earning only a

guess last nights playful banter is a one time

"You ready to go?"

in the opposite

voice coming out weirdly echoey

sort fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter just

"We'll be late."

let me eat

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

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

spoon in the sink, I walk past

had to