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

to me but I do

"What do you mean?"

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

be husband.The only thing missing is you coming home from

I

merely by the picture I've painted in my

seems so vividly

situation will never

between us, I

me, afraid of

kitchen is the chopping

a tradition in the making” My entire body freezes

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

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

not even sure if I'm just imagining

revert my gaze, biting my lip to stop from

it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying, playing

the food, its pretty late but none

now? Regarding the whole you teaching me

between mouthfuls

will be incredibly busy and tiring but it is what

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

if my cooking isn't all that good, at

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

‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always seem to

I can never

groan once more as my

I can't hit snooze again or

I can't do that to

and all that, my mind pauses as I seemingly have

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

eyes dart from dresses to

don't even know

everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress up way

reaching for a pale blue dress and

doesn't seem too formal

it downstairs, Damien's

earning only a nod in

nights playful banter is

"You ready to go?"

I turn in the opposite direction from him,

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

yoghurt, I take a seat

"We'll be late."

let me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way

carton in the dustbin and spoon in the sink, I walk past him to the front door, patting

had to