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?"

say as I motion

if he actually listens to me but I do

"What do you mean?"

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

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

I have, makes me feel immensely

by

seems so

though, that situation will

us, I

behind me, afraid of what Damien's

in the kitchen is the chopping of

in the making” My entire body freezes at the playful jab

is Damien sitting there

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

if

my gaze, biting my lip to stop from smiling

counting on it anytime soon.’ I find myself

the time I've cooked and served the food, its pretty late but none

do now? Regarding the whole you

ask, in between mouthfuls

incredibly busy and tiring but

have 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 work with me at the office.’’ He says as

if my cooking isn't all that good,

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

is difficult since I always seem

where I can never seem to leave

my alarm starts

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

I can't do

my mind pauses as I

go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I

dart from dresses to

don't even know where we're

at me weird? Or I

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

seem too

time I make it downstairs, Damien's

chirp happily earning only a

nights playful banter

"You ready to go?"

the opposite direction

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

I take a seat at the counter just

"We'll be late."

me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

the way from

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

only had to wait