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

"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 sarcasm lace

soon to be husband.The only thing missing is you coming home

just the way I have, makes

merely by the

seems

though, that situation will never

between us, I

me, afraid of what Damien's reaction might

kitchen is the

making” My entire body freezes at the playful jab coming

it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some

there Damien sits as straight faced as ever though I can see a

even sure if I'm

my lip to stop from smiling though I know

counting on it anytime

food,

the whole

between mouthfuls

incredibly busy and tiring but

and we will need to settle a few things but that should be all.From Monday you will come and

feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all that good, at least

a habit I have never learnt from.It's sort of like when you're drinking but you know

early’ is difficult since I always seem

I can never seem

more as my alarm starts

know I can't hit snooze again or else

do that

and all that, my mind pauses as I seemingly have

to go to my usual casual attire of

eyes dart from dresses to skirts to dress

know

at me weird? Or I dress up way

reaching for a pale blue dress and a pair of

too

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

happily earning only

nights playful

"You ready to go?"

the opposite

a minute’ I call out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half in

some sort fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the

"We'll be late."

let me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

triumph, still eating.I can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put him out of his

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

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