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

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

"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 let sarcasm lace

only thing missing is you coming home from work

just the way I have, makes me

by what I'm implying but merely by the picture I've

seems so vividly

situation will never

us, I

afraid of what Damien's reaction might

is the chopping

a tradition in the making” My entire

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

as straight faced as ever though I can

even sure if

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

wouldn't be counting on it anytime soon.’ I find

food, its pretty late but none

we do now? Regarding the whole you teaching

ask, in between mouthfuls

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

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

but to feel pleased that even if

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

myself in particular this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have a personal attachment with

never seem to leave

once more as my

I know I can't hit snooze

I can't do that to

the bathroom for showering and all that, my mind

to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I know

eyes dart from dresses to

don't even know where

me weird? Or I dress up way to casual

I'm reaching for a pale

too

it downstairs, Damien's standing at the door

only a nod

last nights playful

"You ready to go?"

in the opposite direction from him,

out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my

sort fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter just

"We'll be late."

let me eat

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

in triumph, still eating.I can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put him out

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

only had to