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 sit

not sure if he actually listens to me but I do hear

"What do you mean?"

I am cooking for you” I take

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

it just the way I have, makes

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

seems

that situation will never

us,

dare not look behind me, afraid

sound in the kitchen is the

the making” My entire body freezes at

actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by

behold, there Damien sits as straight faced as ever though I can see a hint of amusement playing

not even sure if I'm just

my lip to stop from smiling though I know

on it anytime soon.’ I find myself

food, its pretty late but none of

now? Regarding the whole you teaching

ask, in between mouthfuls

now one will be incredibly busy and tiring but

all.From Monday you will come and start to work with me at the office.’’ He says as he stands to get more

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

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 you wake up the next

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

I can never seem

groan once more as my alarm

I know I can't hit snooze again or else

do

that, my mind pauses as

usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal

formal? My eyes dart from

know where

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

a pale blue dress

too

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

earning only a nod in

playful banter

"You ready to go?"

in the opposite direction from him,

coming out weirdly echoey due

a seat at the counter just as Damien

"We'll be late."

me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

triumph, still eating.I can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way

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

to wait a