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?"

I motion

actually listens to me but I do hear his voice a little farther

"What do you mean?"

and preposterously contemptuous as it may be, here I am cooking for

be husband.The only thing missing is you

the way I have, makes me

implying but merely by the

seems so

situation

us,

me, afraid of what Damien's reaction

kitchen is the chopping of my knife

in the making” My entire body freezes at

over my shoulder to actually see if it truly is Damien sitting

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

even sure if I'm just

biting my lip to stop from

on it anytime soon.’ I find myself saying,

cooked and served the food, its pretty late but none of

now? Regarding the whole

ask, in between mouthfuls of

be incredibly

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.’’ He says as he stands to get more

that even if my

learnt from.It's sort of

up early’ is difficult since I always seem to have

can never

more as my

know I can't hit

do

all that, my mind pauses as I seemingly have a new

usual casual attire of skinny jeans

dart from dresses

don't even know

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

I know it, I'm reaching for a pale blue dress and a pair

too

downstairs, Damien's standing at the door waiting for

happily earning only a

I guess last nights playful banter is a one

"You ready to go?"

in the

call out, my voice coming out

a

"We'll be late."

let me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

and

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

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

had to wait