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?"

say as I motion for him to

to me but I do

"What do you mean?"

cooking for you” I take a

is you coming home from work and asking what's

it just the way I

but merely by the picture I've painted

seems

situation will

between us,

afraid

kitchen is the chopping of my knife

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

it truly is Damien sitting there or

faced as ever though I

even sure if

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

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

the time I've cooked and served the food, its pretty

we do now? Regarding the whole

between mouthfuls of

will be incredibly busy and tiring but it is what

you will come

but to feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all that good, at least it's

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 sort of like when you're drinking but you know it's gonna come to bite you in the ass later on when

difficult since I always seem to have a personal attachment

never seem

more as my alarm starts going off

I know I can't hit snooze

do that

for showering and all that, my mind pauses as I

heart wants to go to my usual casual attire

formal? My eyes dart

know where we're

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

a pale blue dress and a pair

too formal nor too

I make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the

chirp happily earning only a nod in

nights playful banter is a

"You ready to go?"

turn in the opposite direction from him, towards the

coming out weirdly echoey

a seat

"We'll be late."

let me eat

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

all the way

the dustbin and spoon in the sink, I walk past him to the front

only had to wait a