When I Find You

Chapter 7

I woke up from the bed clutching my head with my hands. Damn, my head was killing me. I felt like my head was being pounded by a hammer. I looked at the clock, it was 8:00 am. I can't believe what I did last night, that's so unlike me. I remembered everything from last night. I know, it's weird to remember things from when your drunk, but I guess I'm just different.

I slowly got up and dat down at the edge of the bed. I looked at myself and realized I was wearing Ian's shirt and my underwear. Ugh how much more embarrassing could this get. I felt bad that I put Ian through that. He thought it was his fault for my drinking. I got up from the bed and looked through Ian's drawer. I found a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers and slipped it on. Slowly I walked towards the door and opened it to the smell of fresh orange juice, pancakes, sausage, bacon and eggs. Wow. The smell was simply amazing. I walked out the room and down the hall. There were three doors. Two on the left side and one the right. I opened the first door on the left side. It was another room. This room was smaller than Ian's. The room decor was lime green and white. It was a good combination. It wasn't as nice as Ian's room though. Ian's room was white with hints of grey, blue and black. I exited the room and opened the door on the right. It was the bathroom. The bathroom was also white with a silver shower curtain. It was quite big. It had a stand up shower on one side and a bath tub on the other.

I entered the last door on the left side, it was another room. This room was the same size as the other it was white with hints of red. I closed the door and continued down the hall and finally made my way to the end of it. The hallway ended in front of the kitchen and living room. I stood there leaning against the wall, looking at the guys in the kitchen. They were all talking and laughing except for Ian. He never smiled or laughed. He was so emotionless. I continued to look at the and I observed the way they spoke and the way they treated each other. They were normal guys. Ian was cooking and the other guys were sitting on their stools near the island. Their were four plates set up on the table one with stacks of pancakes. Another with sausage, bacon and eggs. Ian was cooking the remaining eggs so I decided to quietly walk up behind him and squeeze him tight. The guys didn't notice me walk up to Ian until I was actually on him. Ian's body clenched and he froze. I didn't care. He took care of me last night and I wanted to thank him. I let go of him and said "turn around." He slowly turned away and looked at me with stone cold eyes.

"You can look at me like that all day. I don't care. I just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me last night." I smiled and then looked down at my feet "and I'm sorry. I'm not usually like that. I shouldn't have done what I did." I said quietly. I looked back up and looked into his eyes. His eyes were softer. They were still emotionless but they were different. I hugged him once again and buried my face in his chest. He hesitated at first and then hugged me back.
"It's OK" he finally replied and I squeezed him tight once more and then let go. I made my way to the island and hugged the other guys tight too. I couldn't make it obvious that I was having a slight attraction to Ian.I sat down on a stool opposite of Mathew and grabbed a plate. I began filling my plate with all the delicious things Ian had cooked.

"So Ian do you cook a lot?" I asked. Ian grabbed his plate and as he piled his plate he said "yeah these douche bags don't know how to cook." It was a joke but He didn't look like he was joking. He never did. His face was always so serious. It bugged me.
"Oh I'm sure if you taught them, they would be wonderful chefs." I said cheerfully.
"Oh no. I almost burned the kitchen down trying to make microwaveable Mac and cheese." Mathew said.
"That's possible?" I asked as my mouth hung open.
"Mhmm. And I cut my self when I was cutting an apple." He showed me the long scar on his hand.
"That's not even cooking though." I said.
"Exactly sweetheart." Mathew said. "We're just naturally not meant to be in charge of kitchens" I giggled and stuffed a piece of bacon in my mouth.
"So how about you? Can you cook?" I laughed so loud I began snorting. I immediately stopped when I saw them staring at me with wide eyes and confused eyebrows.
"I am a chef. I have my own restaurant. I thought you would've known." I said.
"Oh that's really awesome. And it's not like we did a complete background check on you. We didn't want to invade your privacy. We wanted you to tell us about you." Evan responded. He grabbed another pancake and stuffed it in his huge mouth.
"So what's the restaurant called?" Mathew asked.
"Amaryllis" I said.
"Wait?!?You own Amaryllis?!?" Evan jumped out of his seat.
"And I'm head chef." I said proudly.
"I love your restaurant?!?!" He shouted. "Your food is so damn good."
"Yeah it really is. I've been there once. It was good." Mathew said.
"Thanks guys." I replied.
"But I didn't think you worked." Evan said.
"Just cause I'm rich doesn't mean I don't want to do anything with my life." I got up and set my plate in the dishwasher.
"Where am I going to find clothes and other utilities." I asked.
"We can go shopping. I mean you are going to be with us for a long time" Evan exaggerated the 'long' "Go shower and we can go."
I nodded and make my way into the bathroom. I stripped out of Ian's shirt and my undies and turned on the hot shower. I stepped into the shower and immediately felt soothed and relaxed. I began to think... Uh oh..... BLAKE. Holy crap BLAKE!!! My fiance must be loosing his mind right now. MY MOTHER. She must be crying so much. What am I going to do? I can't just leave them there to suffer. They needed to know I was ok. But how?