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

actually listens to me but

"What do you mean?"

I am cooking for you” I take

missing is you coming

it just the way I have,

what I'm implying but merely by the picture I've painted

seems

situation will never

us, I

me, afraid

kitchen is the chopping of my

My entire body freezes

is Damien sitting there or if he's been

Damien sits as straight faced as ever though

if I'm just

stop from smiling though I know he

be counting on it anytime soon.’ I

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

do now? Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff

between mouthfuls of

days from now one will be incredibly busy

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

feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't

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 you wake

particular this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have

I can never seem

as my alarm starts

time however, I know I can't hit snooze again or else

do that to

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

do I wear? My heart wants to go to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I know I

formal? My eyes dart

even know

if I dress up to fancy and then everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress

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

too formal

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

happily earning only a nod in

playful

"You ready to go?"

turn in the

out, my voice coming out

sort fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the

"We'll be late."

you let me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

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

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

only had to wait a