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?"

preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for you” I take a pause as I let sarcasm lace my

only thing missing is you coming home from work

way I have, makes

by what I'm implying but merely by the

all seems

situation

us,

behind me, afraid of what

sound in the kitchen is the chopping

in the making” My entire body freezes at the playful jab coming from

is Damien sitting there or

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

even sure if I'm just

from smiling

anytime soon.’ I find myself saying,

cooked and served the food, its pretty

Regarding the whole

between mouthfuls

from now one will be incredibly busy and tiring but it is

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

can't help but to feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't

early in the morning is a habit I have never learnt from.It's sort

in particular this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always

I can never seem

as my alarm

I can't hit snooze again or else

can't do that to

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 can't

formal? My eyes dart from

don't even know where

and then everyone looks at me weird? Or I

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

too formal

Damien's standing at

chirp happily earning only a nod

last nights playful

"You ready to go?"

in the opposite direction from him, towards

call out, my voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper

flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at

"We'll be late."

me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

eating.I can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to

carton in the dustbin and spoon in the sink, I walk past him to the front door, patting him on the shoulder as I

only had to wait