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?"

as I motion for him to

not sure if he actually listens to me but

"What do you mean?"

be, here I am cooking for

be husband.The only thing missing is you coming home from work and

way I

by the picture I've

seems

though, that situation

us,

afraid of what Damien's reaction

kitchen is the chopping of my knife

the making” My entire

over my shoulder to actually see if it truly is

ever though I can see a

sure if I'm just imagining

from smiling though I know

it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying,

the food, its

we do now? Regarding the whole

in between mouthfuls

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

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

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

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

up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have a personal

I can never seem to

groan once more as my alarm starts going off

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

can't do that to

for showering and all that, my mind pauses as

usual casual attire of skinny jeans

formal?Or semi formal? My eyes dart from dresses to skirts to dress

know where we're

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

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

doesn't seem too formal nor

I make it downstairs, Damien's

earning only a nod

last nights playful

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the opposite direction from

out, my voice coming out weirdly

a seat at the counter just

"We'll be late."

you let me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

the way from here and to put him out of

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

only had to