In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

My eyes widen and I sit there like a gaping fish.

"W-what?" I manage to splutter out.

Never had I thought I would hear those words, especially from him.

Damien sits there, perfectly casual as if he didn't say what he did.

"We need to familiarize ourselves with each other’’ He murmurs as he too leans forward.

"We were."I say indignantly, "When I was telling you about myself.

That's classed as familiarizing ourselves with one another.’ My emotions range from annoyance to bewilderment and admittedly to excitement.

I mentally scold myself at the last one.

What kind of person am I? A person that has eyes.

My subconscious adds in snarkily.

Damien leans even further if possible, "that is a different kind of familiarity.Do you not agree?"

Do I? I swallow nervously.

Who knows where this can go? Damien is an unpredictable man, anything can happen with him.

But Damien.

He's like a blank canvas.

A blank canvas that doesn't want to be filled, with whatever it may be.

I realise all I've been doing is staring at him, barely blinking, like an idiot.

Clearing my throat, I find myself answering him.

"I do, sort of.You want us to feel comfortable around one another, so that we don't seem out of place— if you will- in public.We need to be relaxed and to not tense up at one another's touch." I finish.

I do get the gist of what Damien's saying.

It just took me a while to turn my mind in another direction and well not wherever it was before, which was down in the gutter.

It also makes a lot of sense.

If either of us seems uncomfortable in public just by being around the other in question, it'll be sure to grant us weird looks.

I, however, didn't think Damien would come up with the suggestion.

"Precisely.Damien says as he stands up.I feel immensely awkward as I glance at his figure towering over me

do we do this

I find myself asking.

count to three and then randomly grope one another? I can feel myself going

gazes at my slightly red cheeks

out now anyways, to your fathers company.’ My good mood immediately

this and quickly shakes his

out in

Thank goodness for that.

Max comes into the room holding another stack full of files,

can hear him huffing from

the files you

as he takes a careful step forward, not being

fast.’ Damien comments.It truly was.It's only been a few minutes, since Max left the

yes sir’ Max says sounding proud of doing a task, very efficiently at

stacks of paper onto Damien's already cluttered desk, Max straightens out his crumpled

needed it immediately as it is important and so I did my

Max says, sounding pleased.

Damien murmurs, "Take care of whatever calls

and I have to be

as he looks from the

sir’’ Max finally

The poor guy.

he

"Bye Max."

knowing whether I will be coming back

fathers company, or even head somewhere

turns to me as

at him in confusion, only for him

get my answer as Damien's large, cold hand wraps

stunned to say the

darting back and forth between

"Bye Ms.Mclane."

Max answers, smiling.

"Please just Serena".

as Damien tugs me out of

see Max nod his head, as he looks at the both

about? "Are we running

ask Damien due to the fast speed we

We're practically sprinting.

"You could say that"

He answers tersely.

walking fast, this obviously entailed to me

darts to our intertwined hands, especially the ring now glinting

to me, I get butterflies in my stomach and I start

my head at the ridiculous

again, I'm subjugated to outright staring

I find myself