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

listens to me but I

"What do you mean?"

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

be husband.The only thing missing is you coming home from work and asking what's

just the way I

I'm implying but merely by the picture I've painted in

seems so

though, that situation will

between us, I

behind me, afraid of

sound in the kitchen is the chopping of my

making” My entire body freezes at

quickly glance over my shoulder to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting

as ever though I

even sure if I'm

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

be counting on it anytime

the food, its

do now? Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff

ask, in between mouthfuls of

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

you have 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

if my cooking

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

since I always seem to

never

once more as my alarm

know I can't hit snooze again or else I'll

do that to

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

casual attire of skinny jeans and

dart from dresses to

know

weird? Or I dress up way to casual and the

a pale blue

doesn't seem too formal nor

time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing

only a

nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

in the

coming out weirdly echoey due to

flavored yoghurt, I take a

"We'll be late."

you let me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

the way from here and to put him out of

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

only had to