Chapter 3 Coming to new York

Jessica Summers

The abrupt feeling of cold water droplets on my face woke me up. I stirred and struggled to open my eyes but couldn't.

It was as if someone was waking me up from a very deep sleep. I once again felt the water droplets, this time I opened my eyes slowly. Blinking a couple of times until my vision was clear I was met with a pair of bright green eyes. I had never seen such mesmerizing green eyes before.

Suddenly it hit my head, who is he? Where am I? I got up immediately but realized it was a mistake, my head was spinning badly making me feel lightheaded.

"Whoa, calm down and lie back on the bed." he said, his voice deep.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" I asked him. Did those guys bring me here? I gasped. "Did you send those guys to get me? Please leave me. Don't do anything to me, please." I moved back on the bed trying to get away from him as my eyes became watery.

He sighed and shook his head before bringing his hand near me which I pushed away. "Don't touch me. Please let me go." I begged.

"Okay, first of all, I didn't send any guys to get you here. And second of all, I found you unconscious on the road and that's the reason I brought you here. Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. I'm trying to help you." he explained.

"Oh," was all I said. Was he telling the truth though? The look in his eyes did seem sincere. His eyes were soft and warm, I really hoped he wasn't lying.

Before realizing I was staring at him my brain registered how handsome he was. His dark-almost black hair was messy but it looked perfect. I thought his eyes were the best features in his face; anybody would instantly fall for those green orbs. The straight nose and perfect jawline gave him hard look. And his lips, they looked so red. Any female would love to kiss those lips. Also, the sand rough stubble looked sexy on him. He looked way very hot.

My eyes slowly moved down. His muscular shoulders were big and broad, there was a tattoo on his upper left chest. It was written in Chinese, I guess, making me very curious to know what it meant? As I eyed him further down, his well built body has six packs, of course six packs!

His muscles and toned body looked irresistible, it was all due to spending hours together in gym.

My eyes traveled further down and I realized he was in nothing but a pair of shorts. I blinked.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" I blurted out making me seem like an idiot. He lips turned upward in a smirk and I realized he had noticed me checking him out. My cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

"Because this is how I'm at home." he said walking to a small table which was at the corner of the room. He got a glass of water and handed it to me. "Here, drink some water."

I hesitantly took it and gulped down some water. I noticed he was staring at me which made me feel a little uncomfortable so I got up to keep the glass. I walked past him and set the glass on the table.

I turned around only to see him still staring at me. To avoid him I looked down at myself making me cringe at how I looked. My clothes were all wet and I was sure my hair was a bird's nest.

I scanned the room with my eyes to see if I could spot my bag anywhere. I guess he saw me looking for something.

"You want something?" he asked coming towards me and stood in front of me. He was so tall for my 5'6" frame that I had to crane my head up to look at him.

"Um... yes, my bag." I answered. I tried my best not to look at his body. Feeling suffocated standing so close to him I took a step back.

"I didn't find any bag on the road where I found you."

My head immediately shot up at him. What does he mean he didn't find any bag? I couldn't afford to lose my bag. I had all my clothes, college documents and money in my bag.

I gasped. Money. Shit.

"What's wrong?" he face was clear with concern for me.

What if those guys took my bag? Oh Lord, what do I do? Where will I go? How was I supposed to live in this huge city?

It was clear that I wouldn't find my bag now. I had lost it, for bad.

I sat down on a chair as tears filled my eyes, I closed them and let the tears fall holding my head in my hands feeling like a loser. What was I thinking coming to New York?

I felt his hands cupping either sides of my face, "Hey, what's wrong? Tell me." he said softly.

Opening my eyes I looked into his. It was very easy to get lost in them. His thumb caressed my cheek and I liked the way he was doing it.

"I have nothing with me. I lost my bag, it had all my clothes, documents and money. I have no idea what to do now, I don't know where I'm gonna go. I have lost all my money." I closed my eyes again. I lost the money my parents had saved for me; the money which they earned by working hard. My heart ached thinking about it.

"Look at me." he said in low voice and I did. "Don't worry about the bag. I know you wont get it back now, I think those assholes took it. But what's done is done. And as for a place to stay, you can stay here until you find some way. I have no problem."

I didn't know who he was, how could I stay in his house?

"No, I'll try and find som-" he cut me off.

"Do you have any other way right now?" he asked to which I shook my head. He had a point. "So stop thinking about it. You can stay here as long as you want. I don't mind and anyway I live alone here. Now, put all the things aside from your mind." he looked into my eyes. His eyes held some kind of emotion, concern? Pity? I didn't understand.

I nodded my head but the thought of finding some way to get a job and a place was still on my mind. How could I not think about it?

"About the clothes, I'll get you one of my shirts, that will be enough to cover up your body till thighs, I guess. And I don't think my shorts would fit you." he said huskily before he standing up.

I sat on the chair while he went to get me one of his shirts. I flinched as I heard another loud thunder. I hated them. Why were they so loud?

Not long after he walked into the room with a white t-shirt. He handed it to me before asking me to come out once I was done. I nodded in response before he left the room.

I walked to the bathroom which was attached to the bedroom. Stripping down, I took a short shower which relaxed me a bit.

While I was wiping myself with a towel I noticed the cut on my stomach. It was still bluish black around the cut and was still paining but thank God, I didn't need any stitches for it. I could still feel the stings on my back and also could see the belt marks which were slightly swollen. Sighing loudly I put those thoughts away and wore his t-shirt.

He was not wrong when he said his t-shirt would be enough to cover up my body, at that thought I felt my cheeks heat up. The t-shirt almost reached my mid thigh and I had to roll up the sleeves three times to make them short.

His voice was so damn attractive. How do I stay with such a hot and handsome man in his house? I thought to myself as I dried my hair.

I put my mid back length hair in front so that it covered my breasts, I couldn't wear my bra because it was wet. I put on my panty back and went to the living room.

I heard sounds from what I think was kitchen, to where I followed. I saw him standing in front of the microwave waiting for the food to heat up. I was staring at his back, he was still shirtless.

He turned around and eyed me from top to bottom."Well, I wasn't wrong about that." I once again felt my cheeks heat up. "You hungry? Here's some pasta, come eat." he nodded his head towards the plate.

Making my way to the dining table, I sat across him. Until I took a bite of the pasta I didn't realize how hungry I was.

"By the way, I'm Dean Walker." he introduced himself.

"Jessica Summers." I said quietly.

"Jessica," he tested my name. "So, tell me what were you doing this late night on that street and how did you get into the hands of those bastards?" he asked in serious tone.

I adverted my gaze from him not knowing what to tell. Would he laugh at me for coming to New York tunning from my aunt? Would he believe me? I cleared my throat.

"I actually came to New York for the first time and as I knew nothing about here I asked a cab driver to drop me off to a hotel. But on the way the cab stopped and wouldn't start without a mechanic, so I had to walk it down till the hotel. Those guys saw me and started following me. I escaped from them and ran until I tripped and fell down. Then you found me." I short explained without looking at him and kept playing with the pasta in my plate. I could see his hand forming into tight fist. Was he angry? But on whom? Those bad guys? I shook the thoughts off and started to eat.

We kind of fell in awkward silence. So I thought of changing the topic.

"Thanks for helping me." I said after few moments and he nodded in response.

"Do you live alone in this house?" I looked around the house. It was big. "I mean what about your family?"

"I live alone here." he replied coldly. His eyes did not look happy. I felt as if those bright orbs were hiding something. May be he doesn't want to speak about his family.

When he didn't speak anything after that cold reply I let topic drop and got up from the chair. I took both our plates to the kitchen sink and rinsed them before putting them in the dish washer, like I did back in town.

"You don't have to do that." I heard his voice behind me.

"It's fine. Old habits die hard." I sighed and wiped my hands. I was used to doing all this kinds of chores at home and also at Lisa's house.

I turned to him after wiping my hands and as our eyes locked we both stood still. His eyes could hypnotize anybody easily. How in the world could some one have such beautiful eyes? I could spend my whole life looking into them. But sadly he was the first one to look away. I sighed and looked down to my feet.

"You can sleep in the guest room. Make yourself home and if need anything you can ask me. That is my room." he pointed to a door which was on the other side, opposite to the guest room.

"Thank you for everything. I don't know where I'd be right now if it wasn't for you." I said flinching when I heard a loud thunder.

"It's alright. Go and get some sleep. I'll be gone in the morning for work. My maid will be here, and if you want I'll arrange a car at the disposal with my driver, you can use it. Just be careful if you decide to go somewhere." he said coming closer to me.

His hand reached my cheek to caressed it with his thumb, I leaned into his touch. I had never been this close to any guy, it sent chills down my spine. There was a sudden calm feeling spreading across my chest, it made feel safe. Something about his aura made me feel safe. It was funny how I'd met him half hour ago and I was already warming up at his place. I wasn't afraid of him. He had helped and offered me to stay at his home, this was enough for me to know he was a good person.

"Okay then, good night." he took a step back.

"Good night." I whispered after I saw him make his way to his room.

The moment he disappeared into his room I came to the room and lied on the left side of the bed.

Today had been a horrible day, well the whole week had been a horrible week. What if it wasn't for Dean to come and save me. Where would have those guys taken me? Shiver ran down my whole body thinking about it. I was very much thankful to Dean.

Now, how was I suppose to find a job? All my documents were in my bag. Did I do a wrong thing by coming to New York? But if I would have stayed there Lisa would have sold me to Mark and I don't know what he would have done to me. Why did she do what she did to me? What could have been the reason? How will I find out?

There were so many questions popping in my head.

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