In Love With My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 8
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
to me but
"What do you mean?"
sexist and preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for you”
you coming home from work
by the picture I've painted in
seems so vividly
that situation will
us, I
dare not look behind me, afraid of
in the kitchen is the
entire body freezes at the playful jab
see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some other
ever though I can see a hint of
if I'm just
biting my lip to stop from smiling though I know he can't see from
it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying,
served the food, its pretty late
the whole you teaching me stuff
ask, in between
my days from now one will be incredibly
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
feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all that good, at least
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 when you wake up the
since I always seem to have a personal attachment with
I can never seem to
as my alarm
can't hit
do that
using the bathroom for showering and all that, my mind pauses as I
attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I know
formal? My eyes dart from dresses
know
if I dress up to fancy and then everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress up way to casual and
know it, I'm reaching for a pale blue dress and a pair
too
time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the door waiting
chirp happily earning only a nod
guess last nights playful banter is a one
"You ready to go?"
as I turn in the opposite direction from him,
I call out, my voice coming out
yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter
"We'll be late."
me eat in the
I ask.
Damien's answer is instantaneous.
"No"
and their
all the way from here and to put him out of his misery I
the carton in the dustbin and spoon in the sink, I walk past him to the front door, patting him on the shoulder as
only had to wait
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