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

how do we

I find myself asking.

one another? I

slightly red cheeks and

to your fathers company.’ My good mood immediately gets shot down and I have

shakes his head, "Your father

sigh out

Thank goodness for that.

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

can hear him huffing

you the files

says as he takes a careful step forward,

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

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

Damien's already cluttered desk, Max

as it

Max says, sounding pleased.

care of whatever calls and emails I

to be

drops open as he looks from the papers to

Si-.Definitely sir’’ Max finally answers,

The poor guy.

Damien says as he motions

"Bye Max."

whether I will be coming back or

might stay at my fathers

abruptly turns to me as I say

him in confusion, only for

get my answer as Damien's large, cold

to say the

glance at our hands, my eyes darting

"Bye Ms.Mclane."

Max answers, smiling.

"Please just Serena".

say as Damien tugs me

as he looks at

was that about? "Are we

due to the fast speed

We're practically sprinting.

"You could say that"

He answers tersely.

to him walking fast, this obviously entailed

gaze once again darts to our intertwined hands, especially the ring now glinting as our hands

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

my head

again, I'm subjugated to outright staring

once again, I find myself stepping closer to