Chapter 7 Jenifar's pov

just had my dinner. I made meat balls and some noodles today. It was pretty good for the first time. When I used to live in California Sam used to cook for us as he is really a great cook. I never had interest in cooking. Mom used to scold me that I should at least be able to make something in case of emergency. I always used to ignore her by saying I will learn it later.

But now I miss her. I miss her scolding me. I miss her cooking. I miss everything about her. No no tears right now Jen!

Iwas not at all sleepy. Nor was I interested to watch any show on Netflix. So I decided to take a walk in the neighbourhood. It was around 10:30. I know it was little late but they say that New York never sleeps. So yeah!

Here I was walking on the streets of New York. Shops were closing down but restaurants were wide open. I was so mesmerised by the night life of New York I didn't know in wh

ection I started going. Before I knew it was too late

be

low I was on a completely deserted and unknown street.

Oh god! Where the hell am I? What should I do? No one is there here.

Okay okay. First of all calm down Jen. You have your mobile. You have GPS. I put my address in GPS and it started showing me the directions.

I started walking following the direction but there was still a long way till I reach a crowded place. I was walking as fast I could. But suddenly I heard a slurred voice of some guy. I turned around to see three men little drunk looking at me with dirty eyes.

"Where are you going honey? Let us show you the way.

Don't worry we won't do anything." One of them with blond hair said.

I just ignored them and started walking away. But the problem was I was walking in the opposite direction of my house. Those men were standing in my apartment's direction.

"Hey come back here you beauty." The other guy screamed. flinched while walking but I continued walking.

I was hearing their footsteps. They were following me. God what should I do?

Suddenly a hand griped my arm forcefully. I turned to see that blond guy smirking at me. Leave my hand you bastard!!!" I screamed as I struggled within his grip

"Tsk tsk. Such a beauty! How can I leave you before getting a taste of

"Shut up you asshole!! Leave my hand this instant!!

Otherwise.

"Otherwise what babydoll?"

Fine you asked for it! I kicked him where sun doesn't shine.

You deserve it.

He fell clutching his crotch. But there were two other guys I forgot.

Iran I ran and I ran. They were still following me. There was no one on the streets. Where the fuck am I?

I was running looking behind me as they were running behind me. And I bumped into a hard wall. There wasn't a wall here. I got prepared to fall on my butt however my butt didn't touch the ground. In fact two arms wrapped up around me. I looked up to see, OH MY GOD! DAMIAN WILSON!!

What is he doing here?

"Damian!!" I said breathlessly.

"Jenifer!! What are you doing here at this time?" He asked steadying me.

"Actually I.......

"Hey buddy. Give that girl to us and you leave from here alive. Or else you die here, then we take the girl." The goons were here.

Damian pulled me towards him and wrapped his arm around my arm. He held me on to his side tightly.

"Get the fuck out of here before I do something you will regret." Damian said with gritted teeth

"That's not happening buddy." One of the goons chuckled.

"Alright then. You asked for it. Don't blame me after."

Damian looked at me and nodded.

Punch!! Kick!! Smash!! Kick!!! Punch!!!

The two goons were lying on footpath dangerously injured.

Damian literally hit them like any mad man.

He came to me and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm not the one who hit those goons. You did. Your hand is bleeding Damian!!" I took his hand in mine.

"Jenifer what were you doing here at this time in the first place?"

"I was just........." | narrated him the whole story.

"Are you out of you goddam mind?" He yelled. I didn't say anything just blinked away my tears. Why the hell he yelled at me ?

"Thanks Mr. Wilson for saving me. I will take your leave now." I said and started walking away from him.

"Jenifer!!" He called me. But I paid no heed.

"Jenifer!!" He held my wrist and pulled me on his chest. I kept my hands on his chest for support.

"Do not disobey me. Get in the car. I'm dropping you home." His voice stern as ever.

"Don't yell at me then for no reason." I said and got into his car. Soon he sat beside me. He told his driver my address.

He knows it because he is my boss.

The whole ride to my house was silent. When we reached he got out of the car first. I was about to open my door but he opened it for me. How gentleman!

"Thank vou for saving me and dropping me home Mr. Wilson genuinely thanked him.

"No problem Jenifer. But please call me Damian. Mr. Wilson sounds so old, he made a ewww face .

"But everyone calls you Mr. Wilson." I reasoned out.

"Yes but you are not everyone. You are my PA." He shrugged.

"What?! Alright DAMIAN!" I said.

"Good night." I say and was leaving but he stopped me.

"Jenifer!"

"Yes?" Iturned to him.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked softly.

"No. Why?"

"I mean I ruined your meet with your brother this afternoon. I'm sorry for that." He said looking down.

I smiled internally. Damian Wilson who doesn't have sorry in his dictionary has said sorry to me twice in a day. Not bad Jen!

"No Mr. Wilson. I'm not mad at you. I was earlier but not now." I smiled.

What did i tell you about Mr. Wilson?"

"Fine damian I'm not mad at you. Good?"

"Good. I will leave now. See you tomorrow Jen!" He said and left.

Wait!! He called me Jen?! Not Jenifer not Ms. Martin. Why?