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

if he actually listens to me but I do

"What do you mean?"

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

only thing missing is you coming home

way I have, makes me feel immensely

by what I'm implying but merely by the picture I've painted in

seems so vividly

situation will never

between us,

afraid of what Damien's reaction

in the kitchen is the chopping of my knife

be a tradition in the making” My entire body freezes

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

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

if

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

wouldn't be counting on it anytime soon.’

I've cooked and served the food, its pretty late but none of us

the whole you teaching me stuff about the

ask, in between mouthfuls of

incredibly busy and tiring but it

that should be all.From Monday you will come and start to work

if my cooking isn't all

have never learnt from.It's sort of like when you're drinking but you know it's gonna come to bite

early’ is difficult since I

I can never seem to leave

my alarm starts going

I know I can't hit snooze again

do that

the bathroom for showering and all that, my mind pauses as I

wants to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and

dart

know where we're

everyone looks at me weird? Or I

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

doesn't seem too formal

Damien's standing at the door

happily earning only a

guess last nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

in the

out weirdly echoey due to

flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the

"We'll be late."

you let me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

still eating.I can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put

in the sink, I walk past him to the front door, patting

only had to wait