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

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

"What do you mean?"

may be, here I am cooking for you”

only thing missing is you coming home from work

just the way I have, makes me

by the

seems so vividly

that situation will never

us,

dare not look behind me, afraid of what

is the

could be a tradition in the making” My entire

is Damien sitting there or if

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

not even sure if I'm just

gaze, biting my lip to stop from

wouldn't be counting on it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying,

served the food, its pretty late but

now? Regarding the whole you teaching me stuff about

between mouthfuls of

will be incredibly busy and tiring but it is

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

feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't all that

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

myself in particular this ‘waking up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have a personal

never seem

as my alarm starts going

hit snooze again or else I'll be

can't do that to

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

to go to my usual casual attire of skinny

My eyes dart from dresses to skirts

even know

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

I'm reaching for a pale blue

too

downstairs, Damien's standing at the door

chirp happily earning only a nod in

guess last nights playful banter is a

"You ready to go?"

I turn in the opposite direction from him,

voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper

fruit flavored yoghurt, I take a seat at the counter just

"We'll be late."

you let me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

annoyance all the way from here and to put him out of his

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