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?"

as I motion for him

but I

"What do you mean?"

I am cooking for you” I take a pause as I let

thing missing is you coming home from work

I have,

but merely by the

all seems so

situation will never

us,

me, afraid of what Damien's

in the kitchen is the chopping

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

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

sits as straight faced as ever though I can see a hint of amusement playing in

not even sure if I'm just imagining

my lip to stop from smiling though

be counting on it anytime soon.’ I

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

do we do now? Regarding the whole

ask, in between

be incredibly busy and tiring but

to settle a few things but that should be all.From Monday you will come and start to work with me at the office.’’

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

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 sort

difficult since I always seem to have a personal attachment with

I can never seem to leave

as my alarm starts

hit snooze again or

can't do that to

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

casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but

My eyes dart from dresses to skirts to dress

know

looks at me weird? Or I dress up way to casual and

I know it, I'm reaching for a

doesn't seem too formal nor

time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing at the

only a nod in

playful banter is a one time

"You ready to go?"

in the opposite direction from him,

my voice coming out

take a

"We'll be late."

you let me eat

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

annoyance all the way from

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

only had to wait a