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?"

motion for him to sit

not sure if he actually listens to me but I

"What do you mean?"

am cooking

you coming home from work and asking

way I

what I'm implying but merely by the picture

all seems so vividly

that situation will never

between us,

afraid of what Damien's

kitchen is the chopping of

making” My entire body freezes at the playful jab

my shoulder to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some

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

if I'm just imagining

lip to stop from smiling though

on it anytime

served the food, its pretty late but none of

Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff

between mouthfuls of

one will be incredibly

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

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

I have never learnt from.It's sort of like when you're drinking but you know

this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always

I can never seem

my alarm starts going off

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

I can't do that

all that, my mind pauses as I seemingly have a

I wear? My heart wants to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and

dart from dresses to skirts

don't even know where we're

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

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

seem too formal nor too

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

only a

nights playful banter is

"You ready to go?"

asks as I turn in the opposite direction from

minute’ I call out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half

fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the

"We'll be late."

me eat

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here

I walk past him to the front door, patting him

only had to