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 for him to sit

sure if he actually listens to me but I do hear his voice

"What do you mean?"

cooking

be husband.The only thing missing is you coming home

the way I have, makes me

implying but merely by the picture I've painted

seems so

that situation

between us, I

dare not look behind me, afraid

kitchen is the

entire body freezes

quickly glance over my shoulder to actually see if it truly is Damien

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

sure if

biting my lip to stop from smiling though

anytime

cooked and served the food, its pretty

whole you

ask, in between mouthfuls of

one will be incredibly

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

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

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 gonna come

myself in particular this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since

where I can never

as my alarm starts

however, I know I can't hit snooze again or

do that to

my mind

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

My eyes dart

know where we're

to fancy and then everyone looks at me weird? Or

for a pale blue dress and a pair

too formal

it downstairs, Damien's standing at the

earning only a

I guess last nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

in the

call out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half in the

yoghurt, I take a seat at the

"We'll be late."

let me eat

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

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

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

had to wait a