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

I find myself asking.

another? I can feel myself going red in

slightly red cheeks

now anyways, to your fathers company.’ My good mood immediately gets shot down

quickly shakes his

out

Thank goodness for that.

up, Max comes into the room holding another stack full of files, so high you can barely see

can hear him

the files you needed

takes a careful step forward,

was.It's only been a few minutes, since Max left

of doing a task, very efficiently at

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

you needed it immediately as it is important

Max says, sounding pleased.

murmurs, "Take care of whatever

have to be on our

as he looks

Si-.Definitely sir’’

The poor guy.

Damien says as he

"Bye Max."

not knowing whether I will be coming back or

my fathers company,

with Damien? Damien abruptly turns

confusion, only for him to reach

doing? I get my answer as Damien's large, cold

to say

at our hands, my eyes darting back

"Bye Ms.Mclane."

Max answers, smiling.

"Please just Serena".

as Damien tugs me out of the

his head, as he looks at the both of

was that about? "Are we running

to the fast

We're practically sprinting.

"You could say that"

He answers tersely.

to him walking fast, this obviously

darts to our intertwined hands, especially the ring now glinting as our hands move from

some reason, unbeknownst to me, I get butterflies in my

my head

again, I'm subjugated to outright staring by

find myself stepping closer to