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

actually listens to me but I do

"What do you mean?"

cooking for

missing is you coming home from work and

way I have,

implying but merely by the picture I've painted

all seems so vividly

that situation will never

between us, I

behind me, afraid of

sound in the kitchen is the chopping

be a tradition in the making” My entire body

truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some other

ever though I

not even sure if

stop from

anytime soon.’ I

the time I've cooked and served the food, its pretty late but

now? Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff about

ask, in between mouthfuls

one will be incredibly busy and

to be up early and we will need to settle a few 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

I say as I continue to eat.Going to bed late when I have to wake up early in the morning is a habit I have never learnt

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

never seem

once more as my

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

can't do that to

showering and all that, my mind

wants to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans

semi formal? My eyes dart from dresses

even know where

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

for a

doesn't seem too formal nor

make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the door

only a nod in

guess last nights playful

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the opposite

my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half

take a seat at the counter just as Damien

"We'll be late."

me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

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

in the dustbin and spoon in the sink, I walk past him to the front door, patting him on the shoulder as I

only had to wait a