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

to me but I do hear his voice a little farther

"What do you mean?"

preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for you” I take a pause as I let sarcasm

husband.The only thing missing is you

it just the way I

merely by the picture I've painted in my

seems

though, that situation will

us,

dare not look behind me, afraid of what Damien's reaction might

in the kitchen is the chopping of my

the making” My entire body

to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if

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

even sure if

my gaze, biting my lip to stop from smiling

counting on it anytime soon.’ I find myself

cooked and served the food, its pretty late but

now? Regarding the whole you teaching

ask, in between mouthfuls

will be incredibly busy and tiring but it

that should be all.From Monday you will come and start to

feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all that good, at least it's

learnt from.It's sort of like when you're drinking but you know it's gonna come to bite you in the ass later on when you wake

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

I can never seem

groan once more as my alarm

know I can't hit snooze again

I can't do

for showering and all that, my mind pauses

casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I know I can't

eyes dart from dresses

even know where we're

me weird? Or I dress

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

seem too

the time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the door waiting for

chirp happily earning only a nod in

guess last nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

turn in the opposite

out weirdly echoey due to

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

"We'll be late."

let me eat

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

annoyance all the way from

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

had to wait