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?"

say as I motion for him to sit

he actually listens to me but

"What do you mean?"

I am cooking for you” I take a pause

only thing missing is you coming home from work

just the way I

I'm implying but merely by the picture

seems so

that situation will never

between us,

not look behind me, afraid of what Damien's reaction

kitchen is

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

truly is Damien sitting there

and behold, there Damien sits as straight faced as ever though I can see a hint of amusement playing in

even sure if I'm

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

be counting on it anytime soon.’ I find

the food,

now? Regarding the whole you

ask, in between

know my days from now one will be incredibly

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

feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all that good,

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

up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have

can never seem to leave

groan once more as my alarm starts going

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

can't do that to

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

heart wants to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I

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

know

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

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

seem too

the time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the door waiting for

only

guess last nights playful banter is a

"You ready to go?"

asks as I turn in the opposite direction from

out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half

a

"We'll be late."

me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

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

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

only had to wait a