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

sure if he actually listens to me but I

"What do you mean?"

be, here I am cooking for you” I take a pause as I let sarcasm lace

thing missing is you coming home from work

just the way I have, makes me

I'm implying but merely by the

all seems

situation

between us, I

dare not look behind me, afraid

kitchen is

My entire body freezes at the playful jab coming from

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

there Damien sits as straight faced as ever though I can see a hint of amusement playing

not even sure if I'm just imagining

to stop from smiling though I

it anytime soon.’ I

the time I've cooked and served the food,

Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff about

in between

from now one will be incredibly busy and tiring but it is what

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

even if my cooking isn't all

I have to wake up early in the morning is a habit I have never learnt from.It's sort of

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

can never

more as my alarm

know I can't hit snooze again

do

and all that, my

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

formal?Or semi formal? My eyes dart from dresses to skirts to

even know

looks at me weird? Or I dress up way to casual and

I'm reaching for a pale blue dress and a pair

doesn't seem too

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

only a nod

guess last nights playful

"You ready to go?"

asks as I turn in the opposite direction from him, towards

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

yoghurt, I take a seat at

"We'll be late."

let me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put him out of his

sink, I walk past him to the front door, patting

had to wait a