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?"

motion for

actually listens to me but I do hear his voice

"What do you mean?"

contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking

husband.The only thing missing is you coming home from work and

the way I have, makes

merely by

all seems

though, that situation will

us, I

dare not look behind me, afraid of what Damien's reaction

sound in the kitchen is the chopping of

the making” My entire body freezes

actually see if it truly is Damien

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

sure if I'm just imagining

biting my lip to stop from smiling though I know

be counting on it anytime soon.’

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

whole you teaching me

in between mouthfuls

know my days from now one will be incredibly busy and tiring but

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 he stands to

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

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 from.It's sort of like when you're drinking but you know it's gonna come

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

can never seem to

once more as my alarm

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

I can't do that

showering and all that, my mind pauses as I seemingly have a

go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I know I can't

My eyes dart from dresses to skirts to dress

don't even know where

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

a pale blue dress and

seem too formal

it downstairs, Damien's standing at the door

only a nod in

I guess last nights playful banter is

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the

my voice coming out weirdly echoey

take a seat at the counter

"We'll be late."

you let me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

way from here and to put him

sink, I walk past him to the front door, patting him on the shoulder as I

to wait a