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

but I do hear

"What do you mean?"

am cooking for you” I take a pause as I let sarcasm lace my

only thing missing is you

it just the way I have, makes me

but merely by

seems so

that situation

between us, I

me, afraid of what

only sound in the kitchen is the chopping

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

truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by

Damien sits as straight faced as ever though I can see a hint of amusement playing

even sure if

my gaze, biting my lip to stop from

it anytime soon.’ I

and served the food, its pretty late but

whole you teaching me stuff

between mouthfuls of

one will be incredibly

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

help but to feel pleased that even if

have never learnt from.It's sort of like when you're drinking but you know it's

is difficult since I always seem

where I can never seem to

once more as my alarm starts going

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

do that to

my mind pauses

My heart wants to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I know I can't wear

formal? My eyes dart from dresses to skirts to

don't even know where

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

it, I'm reaching for a pale blue dress

doesn't seem too formal nor too

Damien's

earning only

I guess last nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

the opposite direction

coming out weirdly echoey due to

sort fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter just as

"We'll be late."

let me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and their

the way from here and to put him out of his misery I

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

had to