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 to

to me but I do hear his voice a little farther

"What do you mean?"

here I am cooking for

thing missing is you coming home from work

it just the way I have, makes me feel

by the picture I've painted

seems

situation

us, I

behind me, afraid of what Damien's reaction might

only sound in the kitchen is

My entire body

truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some

as ever though

not even sure if I'm just

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

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

food, its

now? Regarding the whole you

between

now one will be incredibly busy and tiring but it is what it

Monday you will come and start to work with me at the office.’’ He says as he stands to

feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all that good, at

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

this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always

where I can never seem

as my alarm

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

can't do that to

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

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

dart from dresses to

even know where we're

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

a pale blue dress and a

doesn't seem too

I make it downstairs, Damien's standing

earning only

guess last nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the opposite

coming out weirdly echoey due to

sort fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a

"We'll be late."

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 here and to

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

only had to wait