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

actually listens to me but I do hear his

"What do you mean?"

as sexist and preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for you” I take a pause as I

only thing missing is you coming home from work and

the way I have, makes me feel immensely

by the picture I've

seems so vividly

that situation will never

us,

behind me, afraid of what Damien's

the kitchen is the chopping of my

My entire body freezes at the

to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there

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

sure if I'm just imagining

stop from smiling though I

be counting on it anytime

food, its

the whole you teaching me

ask, in between mouthfuls

will be incredibly busy and tiring

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

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

in the morning is a habit I have never learnt from.It's sort of like when you're drinking but

is difficult since I

I can never seem

my alarm starts going off

can't hit snooze again or else I'll be incredibly

can't do

my mind pauses as I seemingly have

attire of skinny jeans and

semi formal? My eyes dart from dresses

even know where we're

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

reaching for a pale blue dress and

doesn't seem too formal

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

only a nod

I guess last nights playful banter is a one time

"You ready to go?"

as I turn in the opposite

voice coming out weirdly echoey due to my upper half

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

"We'll be late."

you let me eat in

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and their

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

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

to wait