MR BILLIONAIRE SECRET BABY GIRL

Jessica Summers

Work wasn't tiring today like every other day. I have been working in this cafe almost for a month as a waitress now. Before, I used to work from morning till evening, but not from today. Mrs. Goldman; the owner of the cafe, found another waitress. She will be working the morning shift, while I'll be working the afternoon shift.

I really liked this job though I knew I was capable of something more.

As I came out of the cafe, the cool breeze which was replaced by the heat of the day hit my face, a small smile spread across my lips. I saw the sun sink lower in the sky, draining the light of the day as I walked the way back to home. It was a beautiful evening.

My parents' unexpected death put me into a difficult phase which affected me a whole lot and also my studies in college.

After I got my diploma and graduated, aunt Lisa; my Dad's sister, offered me to stay with her until I found a job and a small house. I agreed to it. Not that I wanted to but since I didn't have much money to rent a house and nor a job, I had no choice left.

I never liked being dependent on anybody. My parents always let me be myself and enjoy my freedom.

I missed them.

Coming back to the present, my aunt was nice. I was not too close to her as I never met her after her husband and son's death which was ten years ago. She never came to meet us. Living with her now had not got me any closer to her but she was pretty good with me.

By the time I reached home it was almost dark. Opening the door, I heard my aunt speaking to someone, I guess her friend.

These days she was very busy with her friends. Either they were here at her house or aunt Lisa was at theirs. I met some of them when they were here, they were not bad. They all loved to get together and party.

As I made my way to the living room I was surprised to see a guy sitting on the couch.

"Oh! Jessica is here. Jessica, come meet Mark, one of my friends and Mark this is Jessica, my niece." my Aunt introduced.

Friend? The guy looked around twenty five and my Aunt was in her mid forties. He looked more like a son than a friend.

Mark stood up and held his hand out at me while his eyes checked me out from top to bottom. I immediately disliked him. Such a pervert.

"Hi, nice to meet you. Your Aunt speaks a lot about you." his tone immediately brought an unwell feeling inside me. He was not a good person.

I faked a smile at him, shaking his hand with mine before instantly pulling back my hand from his firm grip.

What was this type of guy doing here?

"Hi, Aunt Lisa never really told me about her male friends. It's nice to meet you too. Excuse me I have to go and freshen up, enjoy your time." with that said I came to my room.

From when did Aunt Lisa make such friends? I had never seen him before. May be he was one of her friend's son. Looking at him, something didn't seem right. What could it be?

Or may be my brain was over thinking.

Clearing my mind, I took a towel with my undergarments and went to the attached bathroom.

After a warm, not too long shower I wore my undergarments and wrapped the towel around me and walked out of the bathroom and to the small cupboard, to take my clothes.

"Hello, beautiful." I jumped when I heard a voice behind me. I whirled around on my heels and saw Mark lying on my bed, his head resting on the wall with his hands supporting his head.

"Mark, what are you doing here?" I asked trying not to show the fear that was building up inside me. I clutched the towel tightly around my body when he got up from the bed. What was he doing here in my bedroom?

Laughing loudly he came closer to me and put his hands on my shoulder. I tried to shake his hands away but his hold on my shoulder grew tight.

"Why are you so afraid? I'm here to spend this night with you babe." he smirked evilly.

What did he mean by that? Spend this night with me? Why?

Oh my God! He was going to rape me! My eyes grew big and my jaw dropped open at the realization. I gasped lowly.

"I've paid your aunt money to spend this night with you, beautiful." he said and put his index finger under my chin to close my mouth.

"No, you asshole, you're lying!" I pushed him away. He paid my Aunt to rape me? No, he was lying. She wouldn't do this to me.

"Aunt Lisa! Aunt Lisa!" I screamed but there was no response."Aunt Lisa! Where are you?...Please!" tears started flowing down my cheeks.

"Why are you wasting your energy in that babe? Come, I'll teach you how and in what to utilize your energy." he said holding my elbow and dragging me to the bed.

"Leave me!" I couldn't let him rape me. I needed to do something.

And then something flashed my mind, I bit his hand hard. Too hard. He hissed in pain and let go my hand.

The next thing, I kneed him in his groin.

"Fuck!" he screamed as he fell on the floor holding it.

I spun around to run towards the door but was pulled down by my ankle to the floor by his rough hand. I fell down with a thud.

"You bitch, you did a wrong thing. Let me teach you a lesson."

I started moving back until my back hit the wall. It was all dark. I moved my hands around to find something that would become my weapon so I could hit him. Luckily, I found a vase on the night stand. Taking it I waited for him to come near me.

I saw his shadow walk towards me. As he bent down to fist his hand into my hair and pull it, I hit him with the vase. He fell down caught off by my action.

I heard someone open the door and switch the light on. It was my aunt. She was now here. Thank God!

I was waiting for her to come to me but to my surprise she ran to Mark and shook him. "Mark, are you okay?" did she forget I was also in the room?

Mark got up holding his head in his hands and nodded his head but winced as he did so.

"You bloody piece of shit, what did you do?" she turned to me.

I was shocked to see this side of my so called aunt. She looked furious as if she wanted to strangle me for hurting Mark.

I couldn't believe she did this to me. How could she do this to me? I thought she loved me. I thought she cared for me. I was so wrong.

"He tried to rape me. What kind of woman are you? I'm like your daughter, how can you do this to me?" my voice raised with too much of hatred for her. I continued.

"You literally sold me to him for a night. Why?" I screamed. I felt a hard sting on my left cheek. I was sure to have the finger marks there.

"How can I not? You are a bloody piece of trash." she caught hold my hair, "And he isn't doing it for free. He has paid me." standing up she shared a knowing smile with Mark. "Mark, why don't you go home and rest. You can always come back tomorrow." with that he left the room but not before glaring at me.

She turned to me and kicked me in my gut. I screamed in pain. "I hate you and your those dead parents." she hissed pulling at my hair again. "Did you listen? I hate your family!" the hatred was clearly written all over her face making her face and ears red with anger.

Turning around she walked to my cupboard. What was she trying to do? I didn't get enough time to think because she came back and started hitting me with the belt. That hurt. I felt many painful stings on my back. As I tried to move back, the hitting grew more and hard. I could do nothing

I tried to stop her which lead her to hit me more. I don't know when the hitting stopped, I slept on the floor crying. What was happening here was wrong.

I wished my parents weren't dead, I missed them.

When I woke up the next day, last night things felt surreal, everything felt like a nightmare only until the wounds started stinging on my back.

I realized I was in nothing but my undergarments. My stomach was hurting painfully. I tried to get up but the pain in my gut didn't let me. After few more attempts I went to the bathroom limping.

As I looked in the mirror I couldn't recognize myself. My cheek had red marks, my brown hair was sticking out in every direction and my eyes were red and swollen. I looked down at my stomach, a part of it was completely blackish purple. I turned around, looking over my shoulder the belt marks were swollen with dried blood. I didn't realized I was crying hard until my chest ached.

Why was she doing this to me? Why did she say she hates my parents? I needed to speak to her. I had to clear it out with her. With that decided, I cleaned up as soon as possible.

I got dressed for my work and covered the marks on my cheek with the make up before going out to speak to aunt Lisa. When I didn't find her anywhere I decided to speak with her in the evening after coming back from the cafe.

After I returned home in the evening, aunt Lisa still wasn't there. I changed my clothes and sat on the couch waiting for her.

She had lately been coming late and had been consuming lot of alcohol.

As I heard the door open, aunt Lisa walked in and made her way to kitchen. I followed her.

"Aunt Lisa, we need to spea-" I tried to speak but she cut me off.

"There is nothing to speak. You better stop talking and get dressed, Mark will be here in some time." she said. "And you better satisfy him, or you know otherwise." she threatened me.

No way in the hell was I going to do what she was asking. It was better to get hit than to get raped.

"I'm not your puppet to listen and do as you say." I replied back angrily.

"You are my puppet and you will do as I say." she said with equal anger as mine.

"No! I will not." my voice raised.

Before I could even think, she took a knife from the counter and pointed it to my middle. "You better listen to me."

Panicking, I tried to push her hand sideways but suddenly felt a sharp pain. I knew what was it. Unfortunately the knife had torn my top and cut the side of my stomach where it was wounded already.

I gasped and looked down. It started bleeding.

My aunt covered her shocked expression and pushed me to the room. "Go clean up and get ready." she ordered before storming off to her room.

I went to the room and sat down sobbing. Why was this all happening to me? Why was aunt Lisa doing this to me? Was I not her niece? I thought she would take good care of me till I stayed with her. But she wasn't any good, I was wrong about her.

I touched the cut on my stomach, it hadn't stopped bleeding, I had to make it stop. Going to the bathroom I cleaned the wound and put a bandage on it. Making sure I had locked the door, I went to sleep. I didn't care if Mark came back tonight.

• • •

Three days had passed since all the torture started. Every day Mark tried to force me but I either locked myself in my room or came home late. But the hitting and hurting after Mark went hadn't stopped. The bruises on my back and my stomach were now turning into scars.

I wanted to run away from here, the only thing that stopped me was lack of money. I didn't have enough money to buy a ticket to my town. I was just waiting for my monthly pay at the cafe so I could buy a ticket to my town and never come back here.

Going to the police to report my aunt and Mark did come to my mind. Honesty, I was afraid to climb the police station steps. Also, I'd heard Mark telling Lisa that he knew a friend who worked as a cop here so I knew I would get caught if I went to report.

Currently, it was Sunday night. I was happy because I would be getting my monthly pay tomorrow. I just wanted to run away from here. I'd had enough of their torture. I wanted forget about them and this place.

While I sat on the bed, I suddenly heard loud voices, it was aunt Lisa and Mark speaking. I soon ran to the door and locked it. As I sat down, I tried to listen to them.

I was completely and utterly shocked when I heard about what they were speaking.

Aunt Lisa was selling me to Mark for money which meant he would take me with him to God knows where and do God knows what.

I heard them talk about the money and make the deal. Why was she doing this to me? What have I done to her? I couldn't let them do this to me. I knew then I had to do something and somehow get away from here. As soon as possible.

The sound of footsteps coming closer to my room set me in panic state. Some one knocked on the door, I knew it was Mark. Soon the knocking turned into banging. I sat there praying to God to help me. Sitting there, I fell asleep.

I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. I got up and walked to the bed. Bringing the phone close to my face, I saw the caller ID. It was an unknown number and it wasn't from this town, the code didn't belong to this town though I felt it familiar. I picked the call.

"Hello? Am I speaking to Jessica Summers?" a female spoke.

"Yes, you are." I said after clearing my throat.

"I'm Amanda. I apologize for calling you at this hour, but there is something I need to tell you." Amanda said. I pulled the phone down to check the time, it read 10:48 pm.

"It's fine. What is it that you need to tell me?" I asked as my stomach twisted in knots not knowing if it was a good news or a bad news.

"Your parents, they have saved money for you. I have always had that money with me. After your parents death, I thought it's now time to give it you. After searching for a long time, I got your number. Could you come to collect the money?"

My parents saved money for me? All the money they earned, they saved it for me. They never told me anything about saving money.

"How much it is?"

"$8700." that was such a huge amount. Oh my God!

"Can I come and collect it tomorrow?" I asked her immediately as a plan struck in my head.

"Yes, of course." she gave me her address and hung the call.

That call was God sent, literally. I needed to escape from here. I couldn't let them play with my life. I had to get out of this hell.

I quickly packed all my clothes and my belongings which fit in just one duffle bag. After packing I went to bed to get some sleep. I had a lot to do tomorrow.

• • •

Early in the morning I took bath and got dressed. I checked if aunt Lisa was anywhere in the sight. When I didn't find her anywhere in the kitchen or the living room I peeked into her bedroom which was also empty. May be she didn't return home last night. Good for me. I could get out of this hell easily.

I slowly but quickly sneaked out of the house. Walking further, I looked over my shoulder and glanced at the house-the house which I was never going to come back. I nearly cried in joy. I felt as if I got my freedom.

Without wasting much of time, I went to the cafe and asked Mrs. Goldman to give me my monthly pay, I was anyway getting it today in the evening. After apologizing and telling her about me leaving this town suddenly, she paid me without asking much questions.

But she was upset a little for losing a good waitress. She was really a kind and humble person and I did feel like telling her the reason behind me leaving the town but I didn't want her to know the truth. I didn't want anyone to know. I only wanted to vanish from here.

One last time, thanking her I went to the bus station and got a ticket to my town.

Step one of my plan was completed. Two more steps and my plan would be successful. I hoped everything would go fine.

After three hours of journey, I went to Amanda's house and collected the money. Thanking her a dozen of times I came back to the bus station.

I already knew where I was going. Without any second thoughts, I bought my ticket. Climbing the bus, I took the seat near the window.

Step two completed.

One last step, finding a job and getting a roof above my head which was not easy. One thing I was sure was I would make my life there in the big city, let how much ever hard it be.

Jessica Summers

When the bus finally halted I got down from the bus and walked towards the exit.

"New York." I smiled as I whispered the name of this amazing city to myself.

I had always wanted to come to New York. When I was a kid I used to dream about living here in a huge apartment, going to work wearing posh clothes and earning lot of money. It seemed very easy back at that time but now I know how difficult it is to earn a single penny.

Never did I ever think I would come to New York in such condition-running away from my crazy aunt. Being in New York; my dream city, I was ready to work my ass off and settle my life here. I believed I can do it.

As a new comer to this big city without any knowledge of anything here, I decided to catch a cab to some cheap price hotel.

Checking the time in my phone which read 11:35 PM I walked out of the bus station to hail a cab, luckily one stopped. The driver looked around forties, he had dark hair.

"Where to, Miss?" he asked politely. He seemed like a father figure and a person who wouldn't take advantage of a girl who was new in the city.

"Um... I'm new here, could you please drop me to some good hotel, where I can get a room at low price?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, sure, Miss. Hop in." he smiled warmly.

Once I got into the cab he drove through the streets of New York City. I looked around to see tall buildings, shops and vehicles waiting at the signals. Seriously, this city never sleeps.

I was enjoying seeing around and I already loved the city. Living in such big place wasn't easy, the money I had wasn't enough to start my life here. I had to find a job and a small room to live which I hoped would happen soon.

Aunt Lisa must have learned by now about me missing from her house. What must she be doing now? Searching for me? That thought made me cringe in nervousness but she can't reach me. I was far, far away from Texas.

Her behaviour was still shocking to me. I was her own brother's daughter. I remember playing with her son when we were in the middle school. After her husband's and son's death who died in an accident, she isolated herself and thereafter lived alone, away from her relatives.

She wasn't like this few weeks ago. What shocked me more was the sudden change in her.

I was so lost in my thoughts that the jerking of the cab brought me back.

"Did we reach the hotel?" I asked. I looked out of the window and realized we were in middle of an empty street.

"No, Miss. I guess there's something wrong with my vehicle. Give me a minute, I'll check it out." he replied before getting out of the car. Opening the front hood of the car he got busy checking.

The surrounding that I saw from the window of the car looked empty and dark. I couldn't see anybody on the road or anywhere near the place.

After few minutes, the driver bent down to the window.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I don't think it will start without a mechanic." he said unhappily.

That meant only one thing, walk it down to the hotel. Finding a cab on this empty street was almost impossible by looking around the area.

"No problem. How far is the hotel from here? I can walk it down till there." I said taking my bag and got out of the cab.

He gave me the name and told me the way to the hotel. It wasn't very far. I had to first go straight, turn at the second right then take the first left and I would reach the hotel. It seemed like a ten-fifteen minutes walk.

I gave him the money as he told me to be careful since New York wasn't much a safe city. Thanking him for his concern I started walking to the hotel.

The surrounding was completely empty with hardly any lit street lamps on the road. My heart was beating fast and I felt the way to the hotel was farther than I thought. I tried to walk as fast and as calmly as I could.

It was cold, the black clouds covered the sky, hiding the moon and the stars. It looked like it would rain any time now. Not too long after I heard low thunders. I hoped the thunders didn't get louder, I had always been afraid of them. When I was a kid I would hug my dad whenever there were thunderstorms and he would sing to me until I fell asleep. But I still hadn't gotten used to the sound of the thunders after all these years.

As I was walking a loud thunder frightened the hell out of me. Slowly it began to drizzle and I increased my speed of walking so I could reach the hotel before it started raining heavily.

Walking further when I saw a turn I realized I had forgotten which turn to take. Should I take the first turn or the second? I tried to remember what the driver had said but couldn't remember any bit. Panic began to set in me. There weren't any people to ask for help.

Should I take the first right? I questioned myself. To my dismay it started raining heavily so without wasting any time I took the first right hoping this way would lead me to the hotel.

I was walking down the street when I heard motorbike noise behind me, it seemed like two or three bikes were coming this way. As the motor noises started getting closer to me I hastened my walk and hoped they wouldn't notice me.

I was walk crossing the road when the motorbikes suddenly surrounded me in the middle of the road and rode circles around me whilst whistling and laughing. My heart was beating at the speed of a bullet train in my chest.

I had no idea what to do. What if they kidnapped me? Or murdered me? Or raped me? Or worse, what if they did all the three things to me? My throat went dry.

Stopping their motorbikes they got down and circled me. They were four tall guys, I couldn't see their face properly in the rain. They all wore dark clothes.

"What's such a beautiful lady doing here alone on this empty street?" one of the guys asked. I could smell strong alcohol.

"You new here, doll?" another guy asked.

"Come on babe, will help you. Wanna come with me?" a guy in a red jacket said and the others started laughing.

My mind went blank. I had never been in such situation before, not knowing what to do I stood there quietly.

One of the guys, came to touch me.

"Don't to-touch me. St-stay away fr-from me." I tried not to stuttered but failed.

Ignoring my words, they stepped closer to me. I pushed them with all my power and ran.

I felt a strong pain in my abdomen-all thanks to aunt Lisa. The pain didn't let me run fast. Unfortunately those guys were faster than me and caught me.

"Where you running away, girl? Come with us, let's have some fun." the guy in red jacket said as he caught hold of me.

"No! Leave me alone. Get away from me." I screamed as tears formed in my eyes.

The guy didn't let me go and the others were laughing at me while striping me down with their eyes.

I thought of kneeing the guy in the red jacket like I did to Mark. That was the only thing that came to my mind. And I did.

I kneed him in his groin and when his grip loosened I escaped but the other guys followed me. I tried to run as fast as I could despite the pain in my abdomen, and hoped I could get some help.

I was now on some main road. My muscles burned, my chest ached and I looked over my shoulder, the guys were not far from me.

I was just praying for God to help me.

Whilst running, I tripped and losing my balance I fell on the road and before I could get up a car stopped in front of me making the tires screech. I brought my hand in front of my eyes to adjust them to the headlights of the car.

Before I could get up and ask for help the guys surrounded me again. The guy in the red jacket pulled me up and put some cloth to my nose which made me unconscious.

I unwillingly welcomed the dark and let it consume me.

• • •

Dean Walker

Today was one of those days where the time was passing painfully slow. I had loads of things to finish yet and it was now noon. I had been working my ass off since morning.

I heard a knock on the door whilst I was going through a file.

"Come in." I said sternly.

"Mr. Walker, Mr. Smith is on the line to confirm the meeting." Marissa; my assistant said.

"Yes, ask him to be here at sharp four." I replied back.

"Yes, Mr. Walker." she said and walked out of my office.

Her high pitched voice irritated me the most, I knew she did it on purpose. Since the day she joined I wanted to fire her but was left with no choice. She was better among the others who came for the interview. I was willing to fire her any moment if I found a better assistant.

I was fed up of her though. She always tried to flirt with me. She was short with blonde hair, she wore short, tight clothes with low neckline to seduce me but I never even looked at her. I was no more that womanizer I was a year ago. I realized it was all waste of time and energy when I could use them into making more money.

First of all, I didn't like to have any type of relation with my employees besides business. And second, she wasn't my type.

I was waiting for an opportunity to fire her. I didn't just fire any of my employees for no reason.

Shaking off the unnecessary thoughts I cleared my head and got back to the file.

When I was done with my late lunch, I got out of my office and headed to the meeting hall.

As I entered the hall, I saw Mr. Smith waiting for me. I also saw my company manager, Simon sitting opposite to Mr. Smith. I looked at my watch, it was sharp 4 PM.

"Mr. Smith, good to see you again." I said as I approached him.

I first met him at a charity event. When I spent time with him talking about business and technology I found him very interesting. After couple of days I got a call from him saying he'd like to start a project with my company. I soon agreed and today we were here.

"Ah, Mr. Walker, likewise." he smiled at me.

We shook our hands before taking our seats and started the project discussion. After two hours of discussion, we agreed to the terms and conditions and signed the documents to seal the deal.

After Mr. Smith was gone, I made my way back to my office, and sat down drinking water from the bottle. I was happy that Mr. Smith signed the agreement. It was a huge deal which I was interested in and had been wanting to seal it. Now that it was done I wanted to start the project as soon as possible.

I called Marissa and asked her to inform Simon to get all the files and documents of the new project.

"Mr. Walker, manager Simon is here." she said through intercom after a couple of minutes.

There was a knock on the door. As I permitted, Simon came in.

"Take a seat, Simon."

Simon was of my age; twenty four. So I didn't do the formalities with him, we called each other by our names. I usually didn't do that with my other employees but I have known Simon from a very long time, even before I started Walker&Co.

"Well, Dean, after going through all the documents and data I'm positive this project of ours will be very successful." he said happily.

"That's a great news. So let's start the project next week. I don't want to delay it."

We started planning about the estimation, materials and soon the time flew by. When I glanced at my watch it was 8:30 PM. We finished and finalized everything before Simon left. Everyone had gone home to their family already.

I continued with my pending work when there was knock and after permitting Marissa came in.

"

"Mr. Walker I have completed filing all the documents. Is there any more work?" she asked.

I glanced at her for a second before looking back at my laptop. "No, there is nothing. You can leave." I said focusing on my work.

"Are you su-" I cut her off.

"You can leave, Marissa." I said, without looking at her.

Without saying another word she left. Jesus, why does she throw herself at me when I don't even look at her that way?

I sighed in irritation and leaned back in my chair.

I worked very hard to become what I was today. I didn't enjoy my childhood like any other normal child, my childhood was very disturbed. I was ten when I lost my parents.

Since then Mary became my family. If she wouldn't have brought me here to New York fourteen years ago then I wouldn't be what I'm today. She has been my family since fourteen years. She looked after me. After my Mama, she became my mother. She showered me with love and care. She was funny and beautiful even at the age of sixty four and I loved her too much.

She lived in a small town near by as she didn't want to live in the city. She loved farming so I bought her a farm with a house and that's where she lived. It was hardly an hour from New York City so I often went to meet her and even spent my weekends there sometimes.

Her granddaughter; Tasha lived with her, along with her husband. The couple had a four year old son, Jake. Tasha met Henry during sophomore year in her college. They fell in love and got married. She is two years elder to me.

I did catch up with them at Mary's house whenever possible. I was happy with them. They were my family.

Speaking of me, I was known as a cold and a hard person in business field. Well, actually I didn't blame anyone, it's because I am.

Even though many things happened in my life, I never showed it off and I tried not to get affected by my past. Of course anybody and everybody's life was or is fucked up in a way. We had to kick it aside and think about the present and the future. That's what I did. But some times the past doesn't let you go.

I was brought back from my thoughts when I heard a light thunder. I looked at my watch it was already 11:50 PM. Quickly, I shut my laptop and headed out to the elevator.

When I reached the ground floor, I nodded at the security guards and walked out of the building.

I saw Alex; my driver, already waiting by the door ready with my Audi Q5. He was in his mid thirties and he wasn't only my driver but also my personal guard. He held the door open for me and closed it after I got in.

Alex brought life into the car and drove me home. It was a tiring day, all I wanted was to take a warm shower and sleep. The thunders became frequent and loud as it began to drizzle. I looked at the window and saw rain drops hit the window glass. Soon it started raining.

I usually went home by ten pm and on busy days I went around twelve. I liked being alone now as I got used to it from so many years and also there wasn't anybody waiting for me at home so no point in going home early.

All of sudden, the car came to stop making the tires screech.

As I was about to ask if everything was alright I stilled when I saw a girl trip and fall on the road. May be she was escaping from the guys who were chasing her, who weren't far from her. I looked back to see her face but she was shielding her eyes by her hand because of the car headlights. The guys came to stop in front of her and then a guy in red jacket pulled her up and put some cloth to her nose which made her unconscious.

I immediately got out of the car and briskly walked towards them. Seeing me they ran away leaving the girl on the road. I stared at the unconscious figure lying on the road before carefully scooped her into my arms and got into the car.

"Poor lady, she got into hands of those low lives. Is she okay?" Alex asked with concern.

"No Alex, she is unconscious. Take me home quickly." I replied.

I gazed at her, her head was resting on my chest. She looked beautiful, fragile and right now very cold. Her wet brown hair were all around her face, I removed the hair strands and saw her look even more beautiful. She wasn't pretty but was very beautiful. I don't think I had seen such beautiful brown headed girl before.

"We are here, Mr. Walker." I heard Alex.

I opened the door and carried her till the elevator. Getting into the elevator I pressed the top floor button. I couldn't help but look at her again and unknowingly a small smile appeared on my face.

Walking out of the elevator once it reached my penthouse floor and after unlocking the door by entering the code I went to the guest room and laid her on the bed carefully.

I took my time to study her beautiful face. She had long eyelashes lying above her cheekbones, tiny nose and small, red lips which I felt were the best thing in her face. I wonder how they would taste?

Damn, after a long time such thought entered my brain it was a little shocking as well as surprising. Scolding myself, I stopped my thoughts from going any further and decided to help her. Glancing at her one last time I left the room.

I quickly got changed into my pajama shorts and went to the kitchen. Taking a bowl of water I went to the guest room. She was still in the same position as I had left her.

I sat on the bed beside her and put some drops of water by my fingers on her face. She stirred a little so I did it again and waited for her to open her eyes.

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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