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 sit

not sure if he actually listens to me but I do hear

"What do you mean?"

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

you

just the way I

by the picture I've

all seems so vividly

situation will never

between us, I

dare not look behind me, afraid of

sound in the kitchen is the

My entire body freezes at

actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or

as ever though I can see a hint of amusement playing

even sure if I'm just

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

on it anytime

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

the whole you

in between mouthfuls of

incredibly busy and tiring but

all.From Monday you will

help but to feel pleased that even if my

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

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

where I can never seem to leave

my alarm starts going off

know I can't hit snooze again

can't do that

for showering and all that, my mind pauses as

to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a

formal? My eyes dart

even know

fancy and then everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress up way to casual and the same exact situation

reaching for a

seem too

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

chirp happily earning only

playful banter

"You ready to go?"

turn in the opposite direction from him, towards the

a minute’ I call out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half

flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter just

"We'll be late."

me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

eating.I can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from

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

had to wait a