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 for him to sit

not sure if he actually listens to me but I do hear his voice a little farther

"What do you mean?"

it may be, here I am cooking for you” I take a pause as I

thing missing is you coming home from

it just the way I have, makes

what I'm implying but merely by the picture

seems so

though, that situation

us,

me, afraid of what Damien's reaction

in the kitchen is the chopping

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

my shoulder to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if

as ever though I can see a hint of amusement

if I'm just

to stop from smiling

it anytime soon.’

served the food, its pretty late

Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff about the

in between

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

you have 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

if my cooking isn't all that

to bed late when 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 the ass later on when you wake up

difficult since I always seem

can never

once more as my alarm starts going

however, I know I can't hit snooze again

I can't do that to

showering and all that, my mind

to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I know I can't

semi formal? My eyes dart

don't even know

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

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

doesn't seem too formal

make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the door

only

I guess last nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

turn in the opposite direction from him,

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

some sort fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter just as Damien

"We'll be late."

let me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

unvoiced annoyance all the way

walk past him to the front door, patting him on the

had to wait a