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 do this

I find myself asking.

one another? I can

at my slightly red cheeks and

have to go out now anyways, to your fathers 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.

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

can hear him huffing

got you the files you needed

he takes a careful step forward, not being able to see

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

Max says sounding proud of doing a

Damien's already cluttered desk, Max straightens out his

you needed it immediately as it is important

Max says, sounding pleased.

murmurs, "Take care of whatever calls and emails I

I have to

mouth drops open as he looks from the papers

you- Si-.Definitely sir’’ Max

The poor guy.

Serena.’ Damien says as he motions

"Bye Max."

not knowing whether I will be coming back

might stay at my fathers company, or even head somewhere

with Damien? Damien abruptly turns to me as I say

him in confusion, only for him to

my answer as Damien's large, cold hand wraps around

to

eyes darting back and forth

"Bye Ms.Mclane."

Max answers, smiling.

"Please just Serena".

Damien tugs me out of

his head, as he looks

that about?

to the fast speed

We're practically sprinting.

"You could say that"

He answers tersely.

walking fast, this obviously entailed to

to our intertwined hands, especially the ring now

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

my head at the

again, I'm subjugated to outright staring by Damien's

once again, I find myself