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?"

say as I motion for him to sit

me but I do hear his voice

"What do you mean?"

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

missing is you coming home

I have,

by the

seems so vividly

situation will never

us,

afraid of

is the chopping of my knife

could be a tradition in the making” My entire body freezes at the playful jab coming

see if it truly is Damien sitting there or

straight faced as ever though I can

if I'm just

my lip to stop from smiling though

on it anytime soon.’

time I've cooked and served the food, its pretty late but none

we do now? Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff about the

ask, in between

one will be incredibly busy and tiring but it

all.From Monday you will come and start to work with me at the office.’’ He

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

I have never learnt from.It's sort of like when you're drinking

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

can never seem

once more as my alarm starts

I can't hit snooze again or

do that to

using the bathroom for showering and all that, my

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

formal? My eyes dart from dresses

even know

me weird? Or I dress up way to casual and the same

reaching for a pale blue dress

seem too formal

downstairs, Damien's standing at the

chirp happily earning only

nights playful banter

"You ready to go?"

the opposite

voice coming out

I take a seat at the counter just as Damien

"We'll be late."

me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

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

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

to wait a