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

but I do

"What do you mean?"

sexist and preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for

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

I have, makes me

merely by the picture I've painted in

seems so vividly

though, that situation

between us, I

me, afraid of what Damien's reaction

kitchen is

entire

truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been

though

even sure if

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

on it anytime soon.’ I

I've cooked and served the food, its pretty

the whole you

in between

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

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

feel pleased that even if my cooking

I 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

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

where I can never seem to

more as my alarm starts going

know I can't hit snooze again or else

can't do

using the bathroom for showering and all that, my mind pauses

my usual casual attire of skinny

My eyes dart

know where we're

to fancy and then everyone looks at me weird? Or

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

too formal nor

time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing

chirp happily earning only a nod in

I guess last nights playful banter

"You ready to go?"

asks as I turn in the opposite

voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half in

flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter just

"We'll be late."

you let me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

way from here and to put

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

only had to