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?"

motion

sure if he actually listens to me but I do hear his voice a

"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

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

just the way I have,

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

all seems

situation

us,

not look behind me, afraid of what

sound in the kitchen is the chopping

making” My entire body

to actually see if it truly is Damien

as ever though I can

sure if

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

on it anytime soon.’

food, its pretty late but none

we do now? Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff about

between mouthfuls of

be incredibly busy and tiring but it is

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

can't help but to feel pleased that even if

learnt

particular this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have a

never seem to

more as my alarm

can't hit snooze again or else I'll be

can't do that to

showering and all that, my mind pauses

wear? My heart wants to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a

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

know where

everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress up way to casual and the same exact situation

it, I'm reaching for a pale

seem too formal nor too

Damien's standing at the

only a nod in

nights playful banter is a

"You ready to go?"

in the opposite direction from

my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my

I take a seat at the counter just as

"We'll be late."

me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

annoyance all the way from here and to put him out

and spoon in the sink, I walk past him to the

to wait a