Mikayla and Damien had been enjoying a wonderful breakfast on Saturday morning when they were suddenly interrupted. As Mikayla turned to face the person behind the voice, she could not stop her eyes as they widened.

"Shit!" Mikayla thought, as she quickly moved her hand out of Damien's hold.

It was Bethany Mitchell, one of the new executive secretaries, "Mr. Arnauld? Mikayla? What are you two doing here?"

"Having breakfast like everyone else that's in here. What does it look like?" Damien replied.

His tone had a hardness to it, he did not appreciate the interruption and hated that it had caused Mikayla to pull her hand away.

Mikayla did not know the slim young woman as well as Mrs. Clemons and some of the other ladies. Bethany had only started working at Arnauld Tech Corporation a week ago. The pretty brunette with hazel eyes had always seemed pleasant when they had interacted in the office, and Mikayla been looking forward to getting to know her as she seemed like fun.

The problem that Mikayla faced, surrounded the fact that she had planned on keeping her relationship with Damien a secret. Of course, it was just her luck that someone from the office would catch them out in public together, holding hands.

Bethany did not miss the way Damien was caressing Mikayla's hand as she approached the table. She could not believe her eyes. Not that it was any of her business, but she could not help herself as she went over to say hello. However, Damien's cold and curt reply coupled with Mikayla's silence was more than enough for the woman to get the idea that she was not welcome. With a small nod, she apologised softly and excused herself, re-joining the group of people that she had arrived with.

"That was a bit rude Damien," Mikayla mumbled, as she kept her gaze focused down on the table for a bit.

Damien made a sound at the back of his throat as he tried to keep his anger at bay. Their morning had been going so perfectly. Perhaps he should have taken her somewhere more exclusive, so that the probability of them being spotted would have been lower.

"Screw it!" he grumbled.

Damien did not want to hide Mikayla, he wanted everyone to know that she was his. To hell with what anyone had to say. Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he replied to Mikayla.

"I wasn't rude, I was just stating a fact. She asked a stupid question, how else was I to answer?" he simply said, as he signalled the waiter to bring the bill.

Mikayla kept her gaze forward as they got up to leave. They would have to pass Bethany where she sat in order to reach the door. She could not help but stiffen a bit when Damien grabbed her hand as they walked past the table. They walked hand in hand as they exited the building and crossed the road to where he had parked at the side of the street.

"Why did you do that?" Mikayla asked, slightly annoyed as they crossed the road.

She shook her hand to try and break from his grip, but Damien only held it tighter. She was sure that Bethany was watching them through the large windows.

"Now for sure she will think that we're involved in some romantic way," Mikayla's voice had a bit of panic in it, "what if she tells the other secretaries at the office?"

"Good, I hope she does," Damien said, as he finally let her hand go so that he could open the car door for her.

"Damien!" Mikayla exclaimed, as she stood at the side of the car, "I don't want people at the office to know."

"To hell with them," he replied, before his lips crashed down onto hers.

He kissed her soundly as he pressed her against the car. His mouth silencing any further comment from her.

As they pulled away, Mikayla frowned as she looked at him, her lips swollen, "I swear to God, if my name gets dragged into the mud because of this shit there will be hell to pay."

"Fair enough mon petit oiseau des îles, but just so you know, I am willing to pay any price to be with you," Damien said with a smile.

Biting her lips to prevent herself from smiling, she got into the car. Mikayla was supposed to be mad at him, not acting like a smitten school girl. However, she could not help but melt at his words, her feelings for him deepening even further.

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Later that night, as Mikayla lay in Damien's arms, their breathing ragged as they tried to calm down from their climax, he turned her to face him.

"Stay the night again?" he asked with a dazzling smile, before burying his face in her neck, kissing her sensitive spot.

"Hannah is coming tomorrow," she moaned softly, angling her head to allow him better access.

He mumbled against her skin, "Again? You just met up last Sunday."

Mikayla chuckled softly, "Well you know, it's a thing close friends do, see each other regularly. Although seeing as I've been working for you and have yet to really hear about you talk about anyone, it leaves me to wonder if you even have any friends." she teased him.

"I do have friends! We just don't visit each other every damn weekend," Damien defended himself.

Smiling, she apologised, "I was merely teasing."

"Can I meet her?" he suddenly asked, pulling back to look into her eyes.

She had not expected such a question, "Who, Hannah? Err, why?"

"Why not? She clearly knows about us and falls within the realm of outside the office," Damien playfully wiggled his eyebrows.

Mikayla groaned inwardly, "God, the two of you in one room? I might as well go prepare for my funeral," she was sure to be embarrassed in some way shape or form, "Hannah really has no filter for her mouth."

"I'm liking Hannah already," he grinned as he kissed her, "besides, what's the big deal if I meet your best friend, you got to meet my father."

"Ha! Now I know you're definitely taking the piss! I don't know if you remember, but I was sprawled out on your dining room table with your hand up my cunt!" her face flamed with the memory, "Imagine if we hadn't heard him and he walked in and caught us! That is not the kind of first impression I'd want to make on your parents!"

Damien growled softly at the memory of her on his dining room table. He had been inside of her last night, this morning and a few minutes ago and already he wanted her again.

Cupping her face, he said, "I'm sorry mon petit oiseau des îles, we can go visit them in Paris for a weekend if you like. I can finally introduce you as my girlfriend."

"Whom also happens to be working for you!" she added as she bit her bottom lip.

She enjoyed his soft caress against her face before his words suddenly registered.

"Wait, girlfriend? Since when? You didn't ask me to be your girlfriend. I mean yes, we did confess our feelings and spoke about dating. But I don't ever remember the question coming up," she paused, pretending to be aggravated.

Damien was about to open his mouth to say something, her next words cutting him off.

"It's so annoying how relationships work these days, no one asks anything anymore?" Mikayla teased him.

Sitting up to look at her seriously, "I apologise," he took her right hand and kissed it, "Miss Moss, would you do me the honour of becoming my girlfriend?"

Mikayla's smile grew large as she pretended to think things over for a minute before saying, "I'd be delighted Mr. Arnauld."

"Good, because I wasn't taking no for an answer," he grinned as he kissed her. Pulling back, he asked again, "So? Paris with my parents? They can't wait to meet you."

She looked at him for a moment, "You really want me to meet your parents? So soon? What if we break up...?" her words trailing to a halt, as she saw his expression change.

Damien frowned as he sat up and pulled her up with him, "We're not breaking up, not tomorrow, not next week, not ever." His lips were suddenly on hers as he kissed her fiercely, "Unless you grow tired of me," his voice suddenly sounding uncertain.

Mikayla's swollen lips parted slightly as she processed Damien's words fully, "I don't think I could ever get tired of you; annoyed yes, but tired, never! Although it might be the other way around."

"Heh! Never! I love how you keep me on my toes," he smiled as he continued, "so, I'll come by tomorrow mid-afternoon yea?"

Rolling her eyes, "Fine!"

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The doorbell rang the next day and Mikayla made her way to her apartment door to let Hannah in. Before she could even say hello, she was greeted by Hannah's outburst.

"Oh my god, you definitely got some penisssssss! Yes!" Hannah exclaimed as she took in the glow radiating off of Mikayla. She entered the apartment and excitedly jumped up and down, "I want to know every nasty detail!"

"Gosh you're horrid when you're ready," Mikayla grumbled.

"Not my fault you're glowing, I can tell that he thoroughly handled you and that he was amazing in the bedroom," Hannah grinned as she followed Mikayla into the living room to talk.

They spent the next few hours talking over light refreshments. Mikayla told Hannah everything, making special mention of Bethany's appearance and how uncomfortable it had made her feel.

"I love how Damien handled the situation, that was classic," Hannah grinned.

Mikayla frowned slightly, "Ugh, he can be so rude sometimes."

"I can't wait to meet him, seeing you two in the same room is going to be fun. From everything that you've told me these last few weeks, I want to see it with my own eyes so that I can confirm my theory," Hannah said with a smile on her face.

"See what? What theory?" Mikayla asked in confusion.

"How much he loves you too," Hannah simply said.

Mikayla suddenly chocked on her water at Hannah's statement, "Huh? Loves me too? That would imply that I love him, I never said that I did."

"You don't need to Miks, I've known you for years! There's no way you would have slept with him if you didn't have intense feelings for him." Hannah's blue eyes softened as she looked at her best friend, "And if you didn't acknowledge your full feelings for him before, after this weekend you definitely know for sure how you feel!"

Making a tsk sound with her mouth Mikayla added, "Fine! We can't assume that he loves me in return though."

"Who are you trying to fool woman? He blatantly kissed you in front of your co-worker and he wants you to meet his parents. This from a guy who's never brought a woman back to his apartment before, let's not be dumb now," Hannah said with an eyebrow raised.

Mikayla closed her eyes as she rubbed her temples, "Can you please not mention anything or embarrass me too much when he comes over?"

"Come on Miks, I might harass and tease you often, but I'd never humiliate you like that. Your secret is safe with me," Hannah moved to hug her.

"What secret?" Damien's voice was suddenly heard.

Mikayla quickly jumped up from the couch, almost knocking over a glass. A slight panic rushed through her as she wondered how much of their conversation he had heard, especially the last bits.

"Don't you know how to knock?" Mikayla's eyes narrowed in on him as she frowned slightly.

"You must be Damien! Damn you're fit! You're even better-looking up close." the blonde woman interjected as she gave him a once over before continuing, "Hi! I'm Hannah!"

She stood, extending her hand to his, cutting off whatever reply Damien had prepared to give Mikayla. Taking her hand in his, Damien brought it up to kiss the back of it.

"The pleasure is all mine mademoiselle." he said as he paused, his eyes taking in her face for a moment before adding, "Wait don't I know you from somewhere, what's your last name?"

"Cupid. You probably know my father," Hannah answered with a slight roll of her eyes.

Awareness lit up across Damien's face, "Ah Robert! How is he..."

"We're not here to talk about me," Hannah cut him off before changing the subject, "I didn't realise you had such a sexy French accent! No wonder you didn't stand a chance Miks," Hannah fanned herself jokingly.

"Hannah!" Mikayla's eyes widen a bit in warning, "I'm going to see about fixing us up something to nibble on," she muttered.

She all but ran to the kitchen to prevent herself from being further embarrassed. Even though the apartment was open concept, the layout still allowed her to put some distance between them.

Damien's eyes followed Mikayla as she went into the kitchen, he loved the way the light summer dress flowed around her body. Hannah's voice snapped him out of his trance.

"Earth to billionaire, come in," she snapped her fingers in front of his face.

Dragging his eyes back to Hannah, "Sorry."

"So, what are your intentions with my best friend? I must warn you now, billionaire or not, if you hurt her, I will kill you," her face was straight and serious as her blue eyes fixed intently on him.

Chuckling Damien replied, "Damn, you really don't have a filter on your mouth, do you?"

Mikayla had to hold back a laugh as she caught snippets of their conversation as she tried to listen in on them while preparing some paninis.

Hannah nodded at Damien, still waiting for his answer.

With a sigh he ran a hand through his hair. He looked over momentarily to Mikayla before returning his attention to Hannah, "My intentions are noble, I can assure you. I will do everything in my power to never hurt her. Mikayla is very special to me."

Hannah's face was a bit serious as she grabbed Damien's upper arm and pulled him more to the side of the room where the balcony doors were, so that his back was facing Mikayla.

She suddenly broke out into a wide grin, "I knew it! You love her don't you."

Mikayla noticed that she could not hear any part of their conversation anymore and decided it was for the best, they deserved some privacy after all. Also, if anything embarrassing was said about her, she'd rather not hear it.

Damien stuttered for a bit, "Geez! You really don't hold anything back!" he ran his hand through his hair again, wondering if his feelings were really that transparent.

"What can I say, I don't believe in dancing around a conversation," her eyes continued to be firmly fixed on his face, taking in all his reactions.

Nodding slightly, "I can respect that," he sighed a bit, "I won't bother lying to you as I plan to stay in your good graces, so to answer your question, yes, yes I do"

"Very smart Mr. Arnauld, seeing the importance of keeping the best friend happy." Hannah grinned, "Well that's all I needed to know, let's go harass Mikayla," she said as she dragged him towards the kitchen

The rest of the evening went better than Mikayla could have imagined. She was so happy that Hannah and Damien hit it off, even if it meant that she was outnumbered at times as they ganged up on her and teased her ever so often.

"Great, instead of one psycho in my life I now have two," Mikayla muttered to herself with a smile.