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

he actually listens to me but I do hear his voice a little farther

"What do you mean?"

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

is you coming

it just the way I have, makes me feel immensely

merely by the picture I've painted

seems so vividly

though, that situation will

between us,

afraid

the kitchen is

a tradition in the making” My entire body freezes at the

shoulder to actually see if it truly is

ever though I can see a

even sure if I'm just imagining

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

wouldn't be counting on it anytime

food, its pretty late but none of

do now? Regarding the whole

in between mouthfuls

now one will be incredibly busy and tiring but it

to settle a few things but that should be all.From Monday you will come and start to work with me at

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

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

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

I can never seem to

groan once more as my alarm starts going

however, I know I can't hit snooze

I can't do that to

bathroom for showering and all that, my mind pauses

casual attire of skinny jeans and a

semi formal? My eyes dart from dresses

don't even know where

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

know it, I'm reaching for a pale blue

too formal nor

Damien's standing at

happily earning only a

guess last nights playful

"You ready to go?"

asks as I turn in the opposite direction from him,

I call out, my voice coming out weirdly

fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at

"We'll be late."

you let me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

say in triumph, still eating.I can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from

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

to wait