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

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

"What do you mean?"

am cooking for you” I take a

only thing missing is you coming home from work and

the way I have, makes me feel immensely

by what I'm implying but merely by the picture

seems so vividly

situation will

between us,

me, afraid

sound in the kitchen is the chopping of my

making” My entire body freezes at the playful jab coming from

is Damien sitting there

straight faced as ever though

not even sure if I'm just imagining

gaze, biting my lip to stop from smiling

it anytime

food, its pretty late

do we do now? Regarding the whole you teaching

in between

will be incredibly busy and tiring but it is

be all.From Monday you will come and start to work with me at the office.’’ He

if my

all I say as I continue to eat.Going to bed late when I 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 to bite you in the ass later on

is difficult since

never seem

once more as my alarm

can't hit snooze again or

do that to

using the bathroom for showering and all that, my mind

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

dart from dresses to skirts to

even know where

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

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

doesn't seem too

Damien's

happily earning only a nod in

nights playful banter

"You ready to go?"

turn in the opposite direction from him, towards the

my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper

I take a seat at the

"We'll be late."

you let me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

eating.I can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way

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

only had to wait a