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

listens to me but I do hear his voice a little

"What do you mean?"

am cooking for you” I take a pause as I let sarcasm lace my

missing is you coming home from work and asking

I have, makes me feel

but merely by the picture I've painted

all seems

that situation will

us,

afraid

only sound in the kitchen is

tradition in the making” My entire body freezes at the playful

truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced

sits as straight faced as ever though I can see a hint of amusement

if I'm just

to stop from smiling though I know he can't see from

counting on it anytime soon.’

and served the food, its pretty late but

whole

in between mouthfuls of

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

things but that should be all.From Monday you will come and start to work with me at the office.’’ He says as

if my cooking isn't all

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

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

never seem to leave

my

I can't hit snooze again or

I can't do

bathroom for showering and all that, my mind pauses as I seemingly have

heart wants to go to my usual casual attire of skinny

semi formal? My eyes dart from

know

then everyone looks at me weird? Or I

a pale

doesn't seem too

I make it downstairs, Damien's standing

earning only a nod

nights playful banter is a one time

"You ready to go?"

I turn in the opposite direction from him,

voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my

flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the

"We'll be late."

me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and their

unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put him out of his misery

the sink, I walk past him to the

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