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?"

say as I motion for him

to me but I do hear his

"What do you mean?"

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

is you coming home from work and asking what's

just the way I have, makes me

merely by

all seems so vividly

though, that situation

between us, I

behind me, afraid of what Damien's reaction

is the chopping of my knife at

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

actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some

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

sure if I'm just

lip to stop from smiling though I know he can't see

on it anytime soon.’ I

the time I've cooked and served the food,

Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff about the

in between mouthfuls

my days from now one will be incredibly busy and tiring

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

if my

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 of like when you're drinking but you know it's gonna come to bite you in the ass later on

early’ is difficult since I always seem to have a personal

where I can never seem to

groan once more as my alarm starts going

hit snooze again

can't do

that, my mind pauses as I seemingly have

casual attire of skinny

formal? My eyes dart from dresses to skirts to dress

know where

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

reaching for a pale blue dress and a pair

doesn't seem too formal nor

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

only a

I guess last nights playful banter is a

"You ready to go?"

the opposite direction

out weirdly

sort fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at

"We'll be late."

me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

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

sink, I walk past

to wait a