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 him

to me but

"What do you mean?"

sexist and preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for you”

you coming home from work

just the way I have, makes me

by the picture I've painted in

seems so vividly

that situation will

us, I

dare not look behind me, afraid of

in the kitchen is the

entire body freezes at the playful jab

see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some other

ever though I can see a hint of

if I'm just

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

it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying,

served the food, its pretty late

the whole you teaching me stuff

ask, in between

my days from now one will be incredibly

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 he stands to get more

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

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 on when you wake up the

since I always seem to have a personal attachment with

I can never seem to

as my alarm

can't hit

do that

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

attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I know

formal? My eyes dart from dresses

know

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

know it, I'm reaching for a pale blue dress and a pair

too

time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the door waiting

chirp happily earning only a nod

guess last nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the opposite direction from him,

I call out, my voice coming out

yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter

"We'll be late."

me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and their

all the way from here and to put him out of his misery I

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

only had to wait