"Relax Mikayla," Damien said, as he watched Mikayla pace back and forth next to him in the lobby of their residence, as they waited for her parents to show up.

Her eyes kept glancing at her phone looking at the time. It was 6:59pm and her parents would be here soon to have dinner with herself and Damien. As expected, when she had called her mother Cynthia on Sunday, she had not been too pleased. The phone conversation had not gone as well as it could have. Mikayla frowned slightly as her mind replayed the conversation.

'Mikayla had cringed as her mother's voice had shrieked through the phone.

She had pleaded, "Calm down mum."

"The last time we spoke you just got back from New York and you told me the flat the company gave you was bigger than expected. Now you're dating your boss and you guys have moved in together?" Cynthia's voice had lowered a bit before raising slightly again, "Please let me know if I left anything out!"

Sighing softly, "I know it looks like we're rushing..."

Cynthia had not let Mikayla finish her sentence as she had interrupted, "Rushing? Rushing? What de ass Mikayla? He's your boss for crying out loud! How can you be sure he's not using you? Why would you jeopardize your career like this?"

"Mum..." Mikayla's words had died in her throat as tears had suddenly blurred her vision.

Damien's hand had suddenly gripped hers tightly as he had sat next to her while Mikayla sighed heavily into the phone.

She forced the next words out of her mouth. "I know it seems like we're moving too fast, but he really wants to meet you both. Can you guys just come for dinner Wednesday? Just meet him first, then you can jump to conclusions."

Cynthia had thought that she was a good judge of character. However, after the incident with Brian Northefielde she had begun to second guess herself. She simply did not want her only child to get hurt again by another unsuspecting kind boss.

Her experience, as far as rich people were concerned, had often left a sour taste in her mouth. She had seen the way that they acted when Roger had taken her to his work functions. He was an accounting manager at a large bank and while not all his clients were awful, many of them often looked their noses down at others and were overly obsessed with money and power.

That's how they had met Brian, who they thought was a good friend. In the end, he only ended up using those around him, their daughter included.

Pulling herself from her thoughts Cynthia had sighed as she said, "I don't mean to fly off the handle Mikayla, but after what happened with Mr. Northefielde, I'm very on edge with these rich boss type of men. I don't want you to get hurt. You've worked so hard; I don't want you to lose everything again over a rushed decision."

"I understand mum, I really do," Mikayla had said as she had squeezed Damien's hand in return, "but when have you ever known me to make a rash decision, ever! What happened with Mr. Northefielde was because of his greed. It was a wise investment and had things gone the way it should have; it would have proven to be a most profitable result. I'm your daughter, you know me. If I didn't think what I'm doing with Damien isn't a smart decision you know that I would have never agreed to move in with him."

Her mother had calmed down slightly but not by much and had agreed that Roger and herself would stop by Damien's penthouse at 7pm Wednesday night.'

With an impatient sigh, she continued to pace about the lobby.

The sound of her mother's voice brought her out of her thoughts, Damien was at her side immediately.

Mikayla' s parents entered into the building's foyer. Her mother Cynthia was of average height, her long black hair had strands of grey sprinkled about. She was an attractive woman of Indian heritage. Her stepfather Roger, was a tall Caucasian man with light brown and grey hair and bright blue eyes. They smiled as they approached.

"Mikayla dear!" Cynthia chimed, as she saw her daughter and enveloped her in a tight hug.

After Mikayla hugged her mother and stepfather, she stepped back and introduced them to Damien, "Mum, Roger, meet Damien, my boyfriend."

"You mean your boss who happens to be your boyfriend?" Cynthia quipped; a bit of hostility laced within her tone.

"Cynthia..." Roger's calm voice spoke as he held his wife's hand, "Give the man a chance before you attack him hmm?" he gave an apologetic smile to Damien as he extended his free hand to shake his, "Pleased to meet you."

The elevator ride was quiet and tense. During dinner, Mikayla and Roger did not say much as her mother dominated most of the conversation. After a few pleasantries had been exchanged, Cynthia asked Damien various questions. She had inquired about his childhood, his company, likes, dislikes and even what his favourite colour was. Basically, trying to get a feel for him as a person. However, as they all sat in the living room, the real discussion began.

"Thank you for dinner Damien, it was delightful. You really have a beautiful home, thank you again for inviting us over." Cynthia said earnestly, before her tone took on a more serious note as she fired another series of enquiries, "Now onto the main questions that are on everyone's mind. What game are you playing at? How serious are you about my daughter? What are your intentions."

"Mum!" Mikayla exclaimed; a bit embarrassed.

Cynthia ignored her daughter's mortified outburst as she went on, "It's also apparent just from looking at the body language between the both of you that you guys are having sex. I hope that you both are being safe?"

"Mother!" Mikayla almost shrieked.

Damien tried to hide his smile as he ran a thumb over the back of Mikayla's hand that he held, "It's fine love, those questions are all fair. Miss Cynthia, I know that things between Mikayla and me may seem a bit sudden. Also adding the fact that I'm her boss might not sit well with some people. But I care about your daughter very much and I would never do anything to hurt her."

He glanced at Mikayla for a bit before looking back at Cynthia, "And yes, we're being safe," at least as safe as the birth control pill allowed, he silently added.

"But why do you want my daughter? Don't your kind tend to stick together?" Cynthia said, not realising how her words sounded.

She knew how some of those billionaire-type men were players and she would be damned if her daughter got mixed up with such.

Mikayla's face slightly dropped a bit, her eyes looking down onto her lap.

"My... Kind..." a frown suddenly formed on Damien's face as he said, "To which do you refer to? The rich, the white, or the French?"

Cynthia suddenly seemed to be a bit embarrassed, realising how her words had come out. Before she could rephrase, Damien cut her off.

"With all due respect, Miss Cynthia, insult me all you want, but do not insinuate that your daughter isn't worthy of having the best in life just because her bank account doesn't have as many zeros as mine," his hand gave Mikayla a reassuring squeeze.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she squeezed his hand back as he continued speaking.

"Her worth has nothing to do with what she owns, but in what she possesses on the inside. Not to mention the way that she makes me feel. No amount of money could buy that," Damien said as he looked at Mikayla, staring at her until she looked up at him so that she could see the truth behind his words.

Mikayla felt her face warm as what Damien had said washed over her, his gaze intense as he stared into her eyes.

A small smile tugged on Cynthia's lips, her words softening, "I apologise Damien. As you can imagine, that is my one and only girl child. So naturally, I will always be protective of her. But it seems like she's in good hands."

From that moment on, it seemed as though all the tension had left the room, as laughter could be heard continuously. They spoke about Mikayla and growing up in Trinidad. Damien was fascinated by all the stories. He loved hearing about her climbing the mango trees to pick the fruit, allowing him to discover another side of her. He was fascinated by their stories of going to beach limes and cooking curry duck by the river side.

"Lime?" Damien interrupted.

"It's just a Trinbagonian way to say, hang out," Mikayla told him.

Damien enjoyed hearing about Mikayla's home island. He knew that it had been a former French colony before ultimately going to the British. He'd never visited the island, but he knew that would change in the future. He could not wait for Mikayla to show him around. Just like how he could not wait to explore France with her.

Mikayla's parents asked him about his life and what it was like growing up in two places. He enjoyed telling them about himself, not entirely surprised that they were more interested in him as a man, as opposed to the wealth attached to him. Having lost track of the time, Cynthia and Roger reluctantly got up to leave.

Mikayla hugged her parents and in turn, when Damien went to shake their hand, Cynthia pulled him in for a big hug and whispered in his ears, "Don't you dare hurt her."

"I won't," he whispered back.

As Damien and Mikayla came back into the penthouse, they went into the kitchen and cleaned up the remainder of dishes, a silence falling between them.

"So... Did you really mean what you said to my parents?" Mikayla asked shyly as she slipped into bed naked, the smooth silk sheets caressing her skin.

Damien climbed in after her, hugging her from behind as he kissed her neck.

A small smile played on his lips, "Which part?" he teased her for a bit before saying, "I meant everything, every single word."

Mikayla sighed and snuggled into his arms, her eyes closing.

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The next day, at work, Mikayla had been standing by Mrs. Clemons' cubicle, waiting for her to hand her some documents. She could feel Bethany's eyes bore into the side of her face. Leaning down, she whispered to Mrs. Clemons.

"What do you think of Bethany?" Mikayla asked.

Mrs. Clemons discreetly glanced over to Bethany, who immediately turned away, "She seems like a nice girl from what I can see. Always cheerful, very helpful. Why do you ask my dear?"

Mikayla frowned slightly, "I don't know, she's always staring at me."

"Perhaps she's just admiring your beauty, like many in the office," Mrs. Clemons teased her.

Laughing softly Mikayla mumbled, "I highly doubt that."

Mrs. Clemons handed her the documents that she had been waiting for, "Don't think too much of it my dear, she probably just wants to be your friend and you probably just intimidate."

Mikayla sighed and nodded her thanks to Mrs. Clemons as she walked back to her office. She frowned as she saw two men in overalls go into her office.

Standing by the door, the shorter one of the two bulky looking men said, "Good evening ma'am, we've been instructed by Mr. Arnauld to give you a new desk. We'll put all your stuff in a box that you can repack into your new desk once we're done."

"What the hell?" Mikayla said softly as her frown deepened.

She nodded to the men to go ahead and do what they were instructed to do, as she went next door and knocked on Damien's door.

"Come in," he called out.

Mikayla entered into his office, closing the door behind her as she walked over to his desk and placed the file she was holding down onto the surface, her hands going to her waist, "Err, boss man. Did you forget to tell me something?"

"Boss man huh? I like how that sounds." Damien said, as she slowly stood and made his way around his desk to hold her, burying his face in her neck.

Grumbling, Mikayla tried to push him off, "Don't try to distract me. Why are there two sweaty men in my office removing my old desk? They claimed that you ordered me a new one? What was wrong with the current one?"

Damien shrugged slightly as he kissed the exposed skin of her neck, "Nothing, I just felt like you could have used some upgraded furniture. Plus, you're always complaining about the surface of your desk not being big enough so I thought I'd get you a bigger desk. Speaking of bigger desk surface..." he picked her up and sat her on his as he came to stand between her legs.

"Knowing your nasty ass, you probably have some ulterior motive behind getting me that new desk." Mikayla said, as she sat on Damien's desk, her skirt riding up her thighs.

"Do you think anyone would notice if you came out my office wearing a different shirt?" he asked, gazing down at her heaving chest.

"Why?" she asked curiously, following his gaze.

"Because I want to tear this one off of you," his fingers traced the line of buttons on her shirt.

Mikayla voice came out in a scolding tone, "Damien Michel Arnauld don't you dare! I don't have a spare shirt at the office!"

Chuckling, he slowly began undoing the buttons, "Actually, I have a spare outfit for you in the closet in the bathroom, next to my own spare suit."

"You're such a sneaky bastard," she moaned, as he leaned down and kissed her through the fabric.

Damien smiled as he unhooked the front clasp of the bra. "I like these, much easier to access the goods," he murmured.

Mikayla moaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she bit her lips, loving the strong feel of him as he firmly pressed against the apex of her thighs.

"I bet you're already soaked for me, aren't you?" he growled softly against her neck, his hands moving to her skirt.

She was lost for words as his fingers dug into the fabric. She could not help but moan softly, as Damien made another gruff sound against her skin, and his hands pushed her skirt up to her hips.

Stepping back a bit he suddenly said, "I don't like this skirt."

Mikayla's eyes widened in shock as she lay back a bit, "But you told me you loved it this morning!"

"I love your ass in it. If it were up to me, you'd wear no clothes at all." he mumbled as he slid her panty to the side. "I knew it," he said proudly, as he felt her desire for him.

She groaned, as she held on to his shoulders while he worked his fingers against her, "Oh Damien..." the words left her lips in a whisper as she was lost in the sensations of his hands on her body.

"Yes...?" he replied, lifting his head to stare into her eyes with such desire, the yellow flecks in his aquamarine eyes seeming to glow.

"We have a meeting in a half an hour," Mikayla whimpered, as her hips moved.

Damien grinned as he withdrew his hand from between her legs, causing her to protest before she heard the zipper of his pants lowering, "I guess we'll need to hurry then."

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AN: The chemistry between two...

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