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

me but I do

"What do you mean?"

as sexist and preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for you” I take a

you coming home

I have, makes me feel immensely

by the picture

all seems so

though, that situation will never

us,

look behind me, afraid of what Damien's

the kitchen is the chopping of

entire body freezes at

over my shoulder to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some

as ever though

if I'm just imagining

lip to stop from smiling though I know

anytime soon.’ I find myself

cooked and served the food, its pretty late but none of us

we do now? Regarding the whole

ask, in between

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

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

that even if my cooking isn't all that good,

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

‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always

can never seem

groan once more as my

I can't hit snooze

can't do that

the bathroom for showering and all that, my mind

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

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

know where we're

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

know it, I'm reaching for a pale blue

too

make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the door

happily earning only

playful

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the

my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to

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

"We'll be late."

you let me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put

sink, I walk past him to the front door, patting

had to