Foreign Boy Took My Heart (Completed)✔

Chapter-33 *Little changes*✔

*Jessica's P.O.V*

I was standing in front of Max's penthouse in the famous and luxurious Brooklyn clock tower building. I stood there for five minutes, debating with myself whether to knock or go back to my dorm. I could talk to him tomorrow at college.

Why did I decide to come here in the first place?

Yeah, I should go back.

‘Don't be a chicken, Jazz. Go ahead!’ I could hear Mahi's voice somewhere in my head.

Damn! That girl won't ever leave me alone.

I took a breath, lifted my hand, and knocked on the black wooden door. After several seconds, an older woman wearing a professional black suit opened the door, her hair secured in a tight bun.

"Yes, how may I help you?" she asked me politely, giving me a bright smile.

"Um, I came here to meet Max." I replied nervously.

"Oh," she said, and looked me from up to down. I suddenly felt self-conscious. I should have worn something nicer to come here. I awkwardly smiled at her. She responded with a reassuring smile and invited me inside, "Well, I am Sonia. His nanny."

I stopped and looked at her. His nanny?

She chuckled, noticing my shocked expression. "I know, it's quite unusual for a 21-year-old guy to have a nanny, but he is like my own son. I can't leave him alone here." She offered me a glass of water, "By the way, you seem foreign."

"Yeah, I am from India. I came here for further studies," I said, gulping down the water. "Can you please call Max? I need to talk to him," I added heading towards the kitchen to put the glass in the sink.

"It’s okay dear, you can leave it here," she said, noticing it.

"No, it's totally fine. Um, What should I call you?"

"You can call me Sonia." She shrugged.

"No . . . I can't take your name, you are like my mother," I protested. I know it was a normal thing here to call your friend's parents or elders by their name or something, but in India, we mostly use "aunty" or "uncle." We don't take their name. It's something against our culture.

Her eyes widened, and she looked surprised. Smiling, she covered the distance and gave me a tight hug. "You can call me whatever you want to. I won't mind."

"Okay, then I will call you Sonia aunty," I grinned, rubbing my hands together.

"Of course," she nodded. "By the way I didn't get your name?"

"Jessica." I smiled and felt good talking to her. It wasn't awkward anymore. Max was really lucky to have her as a nanny.

"Oh yeah! I heard Max talking to Kyle about you. I didn't hear much, but I caught your name while passing through the room. Everything is fine?" She gave me a concerned look.

Regret washed over me like the long slow waves on a shallow beach. Each wave was icy cold and sent shivers down my spine.

"Actually, no.” I bit my lip. “I did something terrible and he got angry. That's why I came here, to apologize," I admitted, looking at the floor.

That was a time when my mind fried up. It's no excuse I know; I own my behaviour. I was truly ashamed of my actions.

It wasn't my business! Max could do whatever he wanted to do in his life. He wasn't my boyfriend!

"Don't be sad, just go and talk to him. I'm sure you two can fix it. If he won't listen, then tell me. I know how to handle him." She winked.

"Thank you so much, but I think I can handle him too, at least a bit." I winked.