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 to sit

to me but I do hear his

"What do you mean?"

am cooking

only thing missing is you coming home

just the way I have, makes me

merely by the picture I've painted in my

all seems so vividly

that situation will never

us,

behind me, afraid

the kitchen is

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

see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by some other

as straight faced as ever though I can see a

not even sure if I'm just

to stop from

on it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying,

and served the food, its

we do now? Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff

ask, in between mouthfuls of

know my days from now one will be incredibly busy and tiring

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

if

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

is difficult since I

where I can never

groan once more as my alarm starts going

I can't hit snooze again or

do

that, my mind pauses

to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and a normal shirt but I know

eyes dart from

even know

me weird? Or I dress up way to casual and the same exact situation

I'm reaching for a pale blue dress

doesn't seem too formal nor too

Damien's standing at the door

happily earning only a nod in

I guess last nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

asks as I turn in the opposite

coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half in the

take a seat at

"We'll be late."

let me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

the way from here and to

sink, I walk past

had to