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?"

say as I motion

me but I do hear

"What do you mean?"

here I am cooking for

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

it just the way I have, makes

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

seems so

that situation

between us,

look behind me, afraid of what Damien's reaction might

the kitchen is the

the making” My entire body freezes at the playful

if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's

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

not even sure if I'm just imagining

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

on it anytime soon.’

served the food, its pretty late but none of us

we do now? Regarding the whole you teaching

in between

incredibly busy

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

that even if my cooking isn't

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 to bite you in the ass

‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have a personal attachment

where I can never

more as my

time however, I know I can't hit snooze again or else I'll

I can't do that

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

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

formal? My eyes dart from dresses to

even know where we're

weird? Or I

for a pale blue dress and

too formal

make it downstairs, Damien's standing

only a nod

I guess last nights playful banter is a one time

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the opposite direction from

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

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

"We'll be late."

you let me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

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

walk past him to

to