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 this

I find myself asking.

then randomly grope one another? I

at my slightly red cheeks and

go out now anyways, to your fathers company.’ My good mood immediately gets shot down and I have to force myself to not let

and quickly shakes his head, "Your

out

Thank goodness for that.

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

hear him huffing

you the files

careful step forward, not being able to see

few minutes, since Max left the

sounding proud of doing a task, very efficiently at

stacks of paper onto Damien's already cluttered desk,

it immediately as it is important

Max says, sounding pleased.

whatever calls and emails I get,

to be on our

as he looks from

you- Si-.Definitely sir’’

The poor guy.

as he motions

"Bye Max."

say, not knowing whether I will be coming back or

might stay at my fathers company, or even head

Damien? Damien abruptly turns to

in confusion, only for him to reach

get my answer

to say

hands, my eyes darting back and forth between both of

"Bye Ms.Mclane."

Max answers, smiling.

"Please just Serena".

say as Damien tugs

his head, as he

was that about? "Are

ask Damien due to the fast

We're practically sprinting.

"You could say that"

He answers tersely.

this obviously

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

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

shake my head at

to outright staring

I find myself stepping closer to