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

I find myself asking.

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

at my slightly red cheeks and

good mood immediately gets shot down and I have to force myself to not let

his head,

sigh out in

Thank goodness for that.

up, Max comes into the room holding another stack full

can hear him huffing from

the files

he takes a careful step

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

says sounding proud of doing a task, very efficiently

of paper onto Damien's already cluttered desk,

said you needed it immediately as it is important and

Max says, sounding pleased.

of whatever calls

and I have to

mouth drops open as he looks

I- you- Si-.Definitely sir’’ Max finally answers,

The poor guy.

as he motions for me to

"Bye Max."

whether I will be coming back

might stay at my fathers company, or even head

Damien? Damien abruptly turns

him in confusion, only

doing? I get my answer as Damien's

stunned to say the

darting back and forth between both

"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

was that about? "Are we running

ask Damien due to the fast

We're practically sprinting.

"You could say that"

He answers tersely.

this obviously

once again darts to our intertwined hands, especially the ring now glinting as our hands move from the fast

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

shake my head at

again, I'm subjugated to outright staring by

find