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

at my slightly red cheeks

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

his head,

out in

Thank goodness for that.

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

you can hear him huffing

you the files

takes a careful step

been a few minutes, since Max left the

says sounding proud of doing a task,

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

said you needed it immediately as it is important and so I did

Max says, sounding pleased.

care of whatever calls and emails I

and I have to

as he looks from the

you- Si-.Definitely sir’’ Max finally

The poor guy.

as he motions for me

"Bye Max."

say, not knowing whether I will be coming back or

at my fathers company, or even head somewhere

Damien? Damien abruptly turns to me

in confusion, only for

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

stunned to say

eyes darting back and forth between both

"Bye Ms.Mclane."

Max answers, smiling.

"Please just Serena".

as Damien tugs me out of the

head, as he

that about? "Are

ask Damien due to the fast

We're practically sprinting.

"You could say that"

He answers tersely.

walking fast, this obviously entailed to me

especially the ring now glinting as our

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

head

to outright

find myself