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

if he actually listens to me but I do hear his voice a little farther

"What do you mean?"

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

is you coming

the way I have, makes me

I'm implying but merely by

all seems

situation

between us,

not look behind me, afraid of what Damien's

in the kitchen is the chopping of my knife at

tradition in the making” My entire body freezes at the playful jab coming from

truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by

as ever though I can see a hint of amusement playing in his

sure if

stop from smiling though

anytime soon.’ I find myself saying, playing

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

Regarding the whole

ask, in between mouthfuls

one will be incredibly busy and

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

can't help but to feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all

all I say 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

particular this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since

can never seem to leave

groan once more as my alarm starts going off

I know I can't hit snooze again

I can't do that

showering and all that, my mind pauses as

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

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

know

looks at me weird? Or

a pale blue dress

too formal nor too

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

only

playful banter is a one time

"You ready to go?"

in the opposite direction from him, towards the

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

take a seat

"We'll be late."

you let me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put

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

had to