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 this

I find myself asking.

grope one another? I can feel myself going red in the face merely thinking about

gazes at my slightly red cheeks and

good mood immediately gets shot down and I have to force myself to

this and quickly shakes his head, "Your father will not be

out

Thank goodness for that.

holding another stack full of files, so high you can barely

you can hear him

got you the files you

step forward, not being able to

only been a few minutes, since Max left the room after

says sounding proud of doing

the stacks of paper onto Damien's already cluttered desk,

as it is important

Max says, sounding pleased.

well” Damien murmurs, "Take care of whatever calls and emails I get, the

I have to be

drops open as he looks from the

Si-.Definitely sir’’ Max finally answers,

The poor guy.

Serena.’ Damien says as he motions for me to

"Bye Max."

knowing whether I will be coming back or

fathers company,

knows with Damien? Damien abruptly turns to me as

at him in confusion,

answer as Damien's large,

to

my eyes darting

"Bye Ms.Mclane."

Max answers, smiling.

"Please just Serena".

say as Damien tugs me

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

that about? "Are we running

to the fast speed we are currently

We're practically sprinting.

"You could say that"

He answers tersely.

fast, this obviously entailed to me

to our intertwined hands, especially the ring now glinting as

reason, unbeknownst to me, I get butterflies in my stomach and I

shake my head

subjugated to outright staring

I find myself stepping