A/N: Hey everybody. I'm back and with a new story. I know this is stupid to take on yet another story but you know those stupid plot bunnies. Now this story is not like any of my other ones. This is one will be very dramatic and will have a lot going on. Just stay with me okay? It may start out sweet and cute but it is everything but. Please enjoy this very dramatic and fast paced story a friend and I have prepared for you.

WARNING: THERE WILL CHARACTER DEATHS AND CRAZY THINGS GOING ON. SECRETS WILL BE REVEALED AND LIVES QUESTIONED. WHO KNEW SO MUCH SHIT COULD HAPPEN IN THE BUSINESS WORLD OF NEW YORK. BEAR ME WITH ON THIS ONE.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY RECOGNIZABLE CHARACTERS OR TWILIGHT. IT IS ALL STEPHANIE MEYER.

Chapter 1: Seeing Him.

BPOV

I first saw him on a chilly day in October. It was 34o that night and I was still chilly even with my fur jacket and 2 sweaters. I could only imagine how freezing cold he must have been. I looked at him huddled up on side of the building by the front door dressed in only a plain shirt, a thin jacket, a pair of plain blue jeans, and a pair of ratty tennis shoes.

I walk up to the door man in front of me.

"Who is that man, Sam?" I asked softly.

Sam didn't even look down and blink, "I don't know ma'am. He's been there for over month. Is he bothering you, ma'am? Do you wish for me to remove him?"

I shook my head, "No Sam. Don't do that. Make sure he is still here when I come back."

I turned to go inside of the extravagant building. It was much warmer in here than the outside. I say hello to the man behind the desk and the man who manages the elevator.

"Hello Miss Swan. Top floor?"

"Hello Mike. Yes top floor. Could you hold the elevator for me? I have to run inside and grab something then I will be right out."

"Will do ma'am." He says politely.

When we get to my floor, I run off in the direction of my apartment. I slide the little electronic key into the slot and punch in the code for the door to open.

Once inside I run the direction of my closet and pull out one of my father's big winter coats and a blanket.

"Sorry dad. I'll buy you a new one for Christmas." I mumble to myself.

Once back on the elevator that Mike held for I say thank you.

On the long ride back down to the lobby I start to question Mike.

"Are you going to be working on Christmas day? I'm sorry if I am intruding on personal matters."

"No it is alright ma'am. Ask me anything you want. And yes I am working on Christmas."

I looked at him sadly and shook my head, "No you won't be working on Christmas. I'm giving you the day off and I will tell the manager that I said so. Ok?"

He looked at me with shock and disbelief evident in his eyes.

"May I ask why ma'am?" His voice is barely that of a whisper.

I chuckled at him and smile, "No you may not." I said as I walked off the elevator.

When I get to Sam I ask him if the man is still there.

He nods his head yes and slightly jerks it in the man's direction.

I walk over to the man and kneel down to his level.

"Excuse me sir." I call out.

When he didn't answer I called out again, "Excuse me."

It still didn't work. I gave his shoulder a little nudge this time, "Excuse me sir."

It was then that he started to stir. I heard him groan, moan and shiver before he looked up at me.

The first words that came to my mind upon seeing him were beautiful, vibrant, wonderful, and amazing.

I couldn't see his face because it was covered with hair, but that wasn't what got me. It was his beautiful blue/ green eyes that caught my attention. I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts about his beautiful eyes.

"Are you okay sir?" I asked him.

Now that I think about it, it was a really stupid question to ask the cold man. Of course he wasn't okay. He was cold, homeless, and most likely hungry.

He shook his head in response to my question.

"Do you want a jacket and a blanket?"

He shook his head again.

Really? You're going to deny warmth in this weather.

"Come on. I know you're freezing. I'm freezing and I got on one of my warmest jackets. I know you're freezing because you have on much less than me. So please take the jacket and blanket. I don't want you to die and freeze to death outside of my building."

Still he shook his head no.

What is with this man?

Time to turn on the charm it seems.

I sigh and turn on the big puppy dog eyes, "Please? Please take the jacket and blanket. I wouldn't want you to die from the cold that could have been prevented. So please?"

I could see his resolve start to waver.

He slowly nodded his head.

"Do you need help standing up?"

Once again he shook his head.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Really?"

He slowly nodded his head.

He looked too big and heavy for me to lift up.

"Sam." I called out.

The doorman came running to me. He took a slight bow.

"Help me lift him up. He's too heavy for me."

Sam looked at me with shock in eyes, but he just agreed and helped me help up the stranger.

His eyes may have been beautiful, but there is nothing beautiful about the smell coming from him. I had half a mind to take him inside and bathe him, but I knew Father would never approve.

Once we had him up I put his arms in through the jacket and wrapped the blanket around his head and body.

Once I was satisfied that he was at least a little warmer I let Sam put him back on the ground.

I looked him over and noticed how thin he was.

"Have you eaten anything today sir?"

He shook his head no.

I turned to Sam.

"Sam go and call for food" I turned to the stranger once again, "Are you allergic to anything."

He shook his head no again.

"Order anything Sam but don't make it too heavy. Go. Now."

Sam took a little bow before leaving.

I have no idea why I am doing this. There are several homeless people in New York. New York might as well be the capitol of homeless people. I know I have seen my fair share of homeless New Yorkers.

What is about this one man that makes me want to help him? What is it about this one homeless man?

When Sam returned with the food I left. When Sam and I were back in front of the complex, I turned to him.

"I want you to make sure that that man doesn't leave that spot. I want you to make sure he is fed and warm. Nothing more. Don't say anything to him. Just leave blankets, food and water. If he leaves that spot, it will fall onto your head and I will have your head on a silver platter. Understood?"

Sam didn't even look the least bit scared at my threat, "Yes ma'am. Will that be all? I feel like you should get inside, wouldn't want you to get a cold."

"Make sure to tell all the other doormen. Good night Sam."

Wow. What have I done?

Will I regret taking a chance on this man?

Will I continue to do this?

What is going on with me?

A/N: SO here is my fourth FF story. I still have to complete my other 3 stories, so this one will have long waits in between updates. Tell how you like in a review.

My cousin helped me write this story. I popped up in my head but she helped carry out the idea.

This story will be like no other I have written and I haven't read anything like it yet so I hope it is good. This story will be quite long because of the drama that goes on.

Death, drama, secrets, love, unrequited love, plot twists, business going down the drain.

Hell now that I think about it it sounds like Gossip Girl.

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