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

we do

I find myself asking.

count to three and then randomly grope one another? I can feel myself going red in the face merely thinking about

slightly red cheeks and surprisingly

company.’ My good mood immediately gets shot down and I have to force myself to not let

shakes his head, "Your father will

sigh out in

Thank goodness for that.

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

hear him huffing

you the

careful step

a few minutes, since Max left the room after Damien spoke

sounding proud of doing

Damien's already cluttered desk, Max straightens

needed it immediately as it is important and so

Max says, sounding pleased.

murmurs, "Take care of whatever calls and emails I

I have to be on our

he looks from the papers

I- you- Si-.Definitely sir’’ Max finally answers,

The poor guy.

Serena.’ Damien says as he motions for

"Bye Max."

whether I will be

my fathers company, or even head

abruptly turns to

look at him in confusion, only for him

get my answer as Damien's large,

stunned to say the

glance at our hands, my eyes darting back and forth between

"Bye Ms.Mclane."

Max answers, smiling.

"Please just Serena".

Damien tugs me

nod his head, as he looks at the both of us in

that about?

fast speed

We're practically sprinting.

"You could say that"

He answers tersely.

him walking fast, this obviously entailed

especially the ring now glinting as our hands move from

unbeknownst to me, I get butterflies in my stomach and

head at the ridiculous

I'm subjugated to outright staring

find myself