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 him to

not sure if he actually listens to me but I do hear his voice a little farther

"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

only thing missing is you coming home

just the way I

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

all seems so

situation will

between us,

me, afraid of what

the kitchen is the chopping of my knife

could be a tradition in the making” My entire body freezes at the playful jab coming from

over my shoulder to actually see if it truly is Damien

behold, there Damien sits as straight faced as ever though I can see a hint

not even sure if I'm just

from smiling though I know he can't see from

counting on it anytime soon.’ I

the food, its pretty

do we do now? Regarding the whole

in between

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

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

pleased that 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 like when you're drinking but you know it's gonna come to bite you

early’ is difficult since I always seem to have a personal attachment with my

I can never seem to leave

groan once more as my

hit snooze again or else I'll be incredibly

can't do that to

that, my mind

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

formal?Or semi formal? My eyes dart from

even know where we're

everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress

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

too formal

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

earning only a nod

playful

"You ready to go?"

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

out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey

flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter just

"We'll be late."

let me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

still eating.I can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put him out of his misery I

spoon in the sink, I walk past

only had to