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

to me but I do hear his voice

"What do you mean?"

here I am cooking for you” I take a pause as I let

is you coming home from work and asking

just the way I have, makes me feel

implying but merely by

all seems

though, that situation will

between us, I

behind me, afraid of

the kitchen is the chopping of my knife

making” My entire body freezes at

it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by

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

if

my gaze, biting my lip to stop from smiling though I know he

on it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying,

served the food, its pretty

we do now? Regarding the whole you teaching me

in between mouthfuls

days from now one will be incredibly

to settle a few things but that should be all.From Monday you will come and start to work with me

if

say as 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

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

can never seem

more as my alarm starts going

hit snooze again or else I'll be incredibly

do that to

the bathroom for showering and all that, my

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

formal? My eyes dart from dresses to

even know where we're

everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress up way to casual

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

too

time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing

chirp happily earning only a nod in

guess last nights playful banter is a

"You ready to go?"

turn in the opposite direction from

minute’ I call out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half in

I take a seat at the counter

"We'll be late."

me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

say in triumph, still eating.I can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here

walk past him to the front door, patting him on the shoulder

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