Lost & Found.

Chapter 3

THREE....

I woke up to bright lights in an unfamiliar room. I tried to get up but something was pinning me down, something strong, A million thoughts began to run through my head as I recalled the events of last night , I tried my best to lift his arms without waking him. Once I lifted his arms successfully, I jumped out of the bed and picked up my clothes one by one quickly rushing out of the room. For reasons unknown to me I peeked back in to look at the beautiful man one last time. Or so I thought.

I threw on each clothing item one by one while searching for exit out of his humongous house. The smell of bacon immediately reached my nose as I was descended the stairs. I was slightly confused, there was no one but us in the house when we arrived last night.  I tiptoed to the door in hopes of avoiding the chef responsible for the sensational aroma filling my nostrils.

"You should be ashamed of yourself young lady" I heard a lady with a British accent say. I turned to her slowly and before me stood a short stout woman with red hair. she had on a black maxi skirt, a white collared button up shirt and a name tag with the name Helena on it.

" Good morning to you too and I was just leaving" I said a bit awkwardly then I proceeded to the door

" Have you no home training, sleeping with a married man" She said stopping me in my tracks.

M-married!!! My eyes widening at the statement. I quickly straightened up and turned towards the rude woman questioning my upbringing. 

" Ma'am due to my home training and my polite mannerisms I will not be schooling you this morning. His marital status was undisclosed to me, hence my being here. Honestly I don't need to explain anything to you. If you have a problem speak to your boss" I stated confidently

" Undisclosed? That boys face is plastered on almost every magazine in this city. Stop fooling yourself " she said with a smirk on her face.

It all clicked! That's why he looked so familiar. I had indeed seen him on the many magazines my best friend,  Kravitz had laying around our house. It was Jeremy Caine, son of the famous world renowned Neurosurgeon Martin Caine. Jeremy Caine the 25 year old billionaire who after his fathers death, became part owner of the Caine Elswood Memorial Hospital at the age of 21, making him one of the youngest surgeons in New York. He was also engaged to be married to Lily Elswood daughter of  world renowned cardio thoracic surgeon Eli Elswood. Omg how did I not  remember.  The woman cleared her throat, interrupting me from thoughts.

" I guess you do know what magazines and newspapers are, see yourself out please" she said gesturing at the door. I bolted out of the house ashamed of my involvement in the events of last night.

The weekend flew by so quick and before I knew it, it was Monday morning.  Kravitz and I were currently in our senior of college. I was set to get my bachelors in nursing and Kravitz for business management in a few months.  Every year the school set up job fairs/ seminars specifically for graduating seniors to assist us with the transition into the workforce. They usually invited New York's elite ranging from business owners to world renowned doctors/ surgeons.

We were asked to dress in corporate wear because you could potentially meet a future employer at the seminar.  I wore my navy blue wolford bodysuit, cream colored pants and a matching blazer. I paired the ensemble with black flats, knowing I would be standing on my feet for majority of the seminar interacting with possible future employers.

I arrived at the seminar on time; I stood in line to get my name tag and folder then I proceeded into the hall. I walked into the rowdy hall filled with tons of people; scanning the room in search of  Kravitz. Unable to find her I fished my phone out of my pocket and shot her a quick text. A few seconds later I heard my name; when I turned in the direction it came from, I saw kravitz waving dramatically at me from her chair, I laughed as she continued to wave at me even though I was making my way to her.