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?"

motion for him to

me but I do

"What do you mean?"

may be, here I am cooking for you” I take a pause as I

be husband.The only thing missing is you coming home from work and asking

the way I have, makes me

by what I'm implying but merely by the picture

seems

situation

us,

dare not look behind me, afraid of what Damien's

is the chopping of my

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

over my shoulder to actually see if it truly is

as straight faced as ever though I

not even sure if

gaze, biting my lip to stop from

counting on it anytime soon.’ I find myself

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

Regarding the whole you teaching

between mouthfuls

my days from now one will be incredibly busy and tiring

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

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

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 you

‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have a personal attachment with

can never seem

as my alarm starts going

hit snooze again or

can't do that to

showering and all that, my mind pauses

I wear? My heart wants to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I know I can't

eyes dart from dresses to skirts

know where

and then everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress

for a pale blue dress and a pair of

doesn't seem too formal nor too

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

chirp happily earning only a nod in

last nights playful banter is a

"You ready to go?"

asks as I turn in the opposite direction from him, towards the

a minute’ I call out, my voice coming out

I take a

"We'll be late."

let me eat in the

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and their

way from here and

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

only had to wait