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?"

motion for him

if he actually listens to me but I do hear

"What do you mean?"

may be, here I am cooking for you”

husband.The only thing missing is you coming home from work and asking what's for

it just the way I have, makes me feel

merely by

seems so

that situation

us, I

me, afraid of

is the

entire

is Damien

straight faced as ever though I can see a hint of

if I'm

lip to stop from smiling

it anytime soon.’ I find myself

time I've cooked and served the food, its

we do now? Regarding the whole you teaching me

between mouthfuls of

be incredibly busy and tiring but

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 he stands to get more food

but to feel pleased that even if my cooking

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 particular this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have a personal

where I can never seem to

my

I know I can't hit snooze

do

all that, my mind

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

eyes dart from dresses to

even know where we're

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

for a pale blue

seem too

downstairs, Damien's standing at

earning only a

nights playful banter is a one time

"You ready to go?"

I turn in the opposite direction from him,

I call out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to

flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter

"We'll be late."

me eat

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and

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

to wait