A/N: I got a good response last chapter but only one reviewed. I was very sad. I got a lot of favorite and follows but one review. I'm not mad just sad.

Any way here is chapter 2 for all those who care.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN RECOGNIZABLE CHARCTERS THEY ALL BELONG TO S. MEYERS.

Chapter 2: When It Rains

Every day for the past six months I've been caring for the homeless man onside of my building.

He's never said a word to me. All he does is nod or shake his head, but he mostly shakes his head.

It started with giving him money, then it turned into giving him more blankets as it got colder, then I started giving him food.

I don't know what it is but something about this stranger makes me want to help him.

Today is a very beautiful day. It's not too hot; the wind isn't blowing too hard, and it seems like the birds are singing.

These are the times that I love living in New York. These good spring days where it feels like anything good can happen.

But that feeling didn't last long because around 2 in the afternoon the rain had to grace all of New York with its unwanted presence.

When it rains unexpected things happen.

When it rains unwanted things happen.

When it rains everything turns dark and gloomy.

When it rains everything that was once good is now ruined.

Everything I had planned today was ruined. My walk in Central Park, no Bloomingdale's, and I will have to wait to get my Prada suit from Barney's.

Could this day get any worse?

After that thought left my head my mom decides to call me.

Ah, well I guess speak of the devil applies here.

If my life is Hell then she is main cause of it. She is my Devil and my life is Hell with her in it.

Should I just let it go to voicemail?

No because then she will call and call until I pick up, and when I do pick up she will go on and on about how a daughter shouldn't make her mother wait.

I sigh, "Hello Mother."

"Isabella, what took you so long to answer the phone? You know it's not good to make a mother wait."

I sigh again, "Yes Mother I know that it is rude to make you wait, but I couldn't find my phone in the clutter that is my purse."

"Enough about that. Isabella I need you to meet this charming young man. His name is Riley Biers and he is the son of Benjamin Biers, the owner of Biers Food Industry, and I heard that he is quite the looker. Girls fall over themselves just to get a glimpse of his hair. I've set up a little date between the two of you for tomorrow at 4 o'clock at the restaurant in your father's hotel." She said excitedly.

Did she really expect me to go to this thing?

"I'm not going to this play date Mother. The last three play dates you sent me on ended in disaster, and to make matters worse they weren't even nice or good looking. Sorry to say Mother but you have bad taste in men."

She scoffed as she heard my statement, "Bad taste in men? I married your father didn't I?"

"My point exactly. Look Mother I'm not going. End of discussion."

"No. Isabella you are going on this date, even if I have to come to that condo, even if I to dress you, and drive you to that hotel myself. You are 25 years old Isabella, it is time for you to find a decent husband and have a family. I won't wait for it to happen, your father won't wait for it to happen, and the company sure enough won't wait for it to happen. Either you go to that date tomorrow or suffer consequences."

Just as I was about to argue back I heard the click of her hanging up in my face.

Gosh the nerve of that woman.

I mean who does she think she is? She may be my mother but does that give her any authority over who I date?

I am 25 years old and I help run a multibillion dollar empire. I own hotels, apartment complexes, condos, clubs, restaurants, and she thinks she can dictate whom I date or in the future marry?

Well technically they are my father's but some of them I own and operate.

Sometimes I just want to stran-

I was cut from my violent thoughts by the chauffeur calling my name.

"Miss Swan, we are at the destination."

I look out the window and see the condo complex. This building of condos, these I do own. This building was a 21st birthday present from my father, and it's been my pride and joy ever since.

I open the car door and was instantly shielded from the rain. As always before I enter the building I look to the left to the stranger. Today, as a result of the rain, he was soaking wet and shivering.

What can I do to help him today?

I stand there under the umbrella, in the rain, for anyone knows how long. I'm thinking of a way to help the stranger that seems to be object of my thoughts.

Finally I come to a conclusion. It is time to finally help the stranger out from the streets.

It never crossed my mind that he could be a killer, a robber, a lunatic, disease ridden or just plain anything.

"Follow me," I tell the man holding the umbrella.

I walk towards the stranger that I have been helping for the past few months.

"Sir I'm going to ask you to come with me okay? These men are going to help you up and into the building. I promise you that they won't hurt you in the slightest. Will you be okay with that?" I asked as I crouched down to his level.

Shivering and shaking he nodded his head slightly.

I nod also, "Well alright then. Boys help him and up and be gentle with him. Follow me."

I turn to walk into the building. I could feel the stares that everyone had. I could feel the questioning gazes. I bet the strange man could the feel the stares on him.

When we reached the elevator Mike already had it open for us. Inside the elevator there was nothing but silence.

"If you or anyone in building breathes even a syllable about this to my father you don't even want to know what will happen. Understood?"

I heard a chorus of 'Yes Ma'am's'.

When we reached my floor and my door I started barking orders.

"Colin, I want to contact a doctor who won't open their mouth to my father; Austin, I want you to find clothes that will fit him; Eric, I want you prepare a room and a bath for him matter of fact run a bath and a shower; Sam, I want you to go downstairs and tell everyone to not say a word, tell employees and residents." When everyone left I turned to the stranger that is now in my home. "I want you to tell me your name."

Silence.

"Come on, tell me your name."

More silence. He just stood there his profile to me and his eyes on the floor.

I was getting really frustrated. After all that I have done for him he can't even tell me his name.

"Ok, we can do this the easy way. Easy way; you tell me your name willingly and we get you cleaned up and checked at. The hard way is I get your DNA and we go from there." I cocked my head to the side just a little a bit as I looked at him. "Your choice."

When he still didn't answer me after 3 minutes and 23 seconds of silence, I pulled out my phone.

"You made your choice."

I was just about to dial the number for Demitri when he finally spoke up.

"Wait", he said. His voice was dry, gravelly, and cracked. "My name… my name… my… name."

"Yes your name. What is your name?"

"Means nothing."

"What? What do you mean?"

"My name means nothing."

More silence filled the room as I plopped down on the couch.

"Just tell me your first name. Please? It will help me feel more comfortable with letting you in my house."

A few more seconds of silence and I was getting frustrated again.

"Tell me your name. Is it Chris, Mike, James, Tim, Bob? Is it something girly like Justice or Sasha? What is your name?!"

"Jasper."

A/N: Here is chapter two I hope you enjoyed it. This story will be a long one. I'm thinking along more than 35 chapters. I want to thank everyone you followed/favorite the first chapter. I want to personally thank chanur for being the first review.

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