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

to me but I do hear his

"What do you mean?"

as sexist and preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for you” I take a pause as I let

to be husband.The only thing missing is you

just the way I have, makes me feel immensely

but merely by the picture I've

seems so vividly

situation

us, I

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

only sound in the kitchen is the

could be a tradition in the making” My entire body freezes at the playful jab coming

see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's

faced as ever though I can see a

not even sure if

stop from smiling though I know he

wouldn't be counting on it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying, playing

and served the food,

the whole you teaching me stuff about the

ask, in between mouthfuls of

from now one will be incredibly

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

if my

as I continue to eat.Going to bed late when I have to wake up early in the morning is a habit I have never learnt from.It's

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

I can never

my

hit snooze again or else I'll be

do that

and all that, my

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

My eyes dart

don't even know where

me weird? Or I

a pale blue dress

doesn't seem too formal nor too

it downstairs, Damien's

only a nod in

last nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

I turn in the opposite direction from him, towards

out weirdly echoey due to

fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a

"We'll be late."

let me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and their

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

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

to wait a