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?"

I motion for him

actually listens to me but I do hear his voice a little farther

"What do you mean?"

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

only thing missing is you coming home from work and asking what's for

the way I have, makes me feel

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

seems

situation

us,

afraid of what Damien's

in the kitchen is the

entire body freezes at the playful jab coming from

my shoulder to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some

ever though I

not even sure if I'm

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

be counting on it anytime

and served the food, its pretty late but none

now? Regarding the whole

ask, in between

be incredibly busy and

Monday you will come and start to work with me at the office.’’ He says as he stands to get more food

feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all that good, at least it's

I have never learnt from.It's sort of like

difficult since I always seem to have a personal attachment with

can never seem to

more as my

can't hit snooze again or else I'll

can't do

all that, my mind pauses as I seemingly have

usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt

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

even know

I dress up to fancy and then everyone looks at me weird? Or

it, I'm reaching for a pale blue dress and a

seem too formal nor too

the time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing

earning only a nod

nights playful banter

"You ready to go?"

I turn in the

my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half in the

I take a seat at the

"We'll be late."

me eat

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

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

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

to wait a