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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

be husband.The only thing missing is you

the way I have, makes me feel immensely

implying but merely by the picture I've painted in my

seems

though, that situation

us, I

behind me, afraid of what

kitchen is the

My entire body freezes at the playful

to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by

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

even sure if I'm

my gaze, biting my lip to stop from smiling though I know he can't see

it anytime soon.’ I find

cooked and served the food, its pretty late but none

we do now? Regarding the whole you

ask, in between mouthfuls of

my days from now one will be incredibly busy

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 more food from the

that even if my cooking isn't all that

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

difficult since

never seem

once more as my alarm starts going

I know I can't hit snooze again or else I'll

can't do

all that, my mind pauses as I

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

formal? My eyes dart from dresses to skirts

even know where we're

me weird? Or I dress up

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

seem too formal nor

downstairs, Damien's standing at the

earning only a nod

I guess last nights playful banter is a one time

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the opposite direction from him,

my voice coming out weirdly echoey

take a seat

"We'll be late."

you let me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put him out of his misery I finish

spoon in the sink, I walk past him

to wait a