Searching For Her

3RD POV:

THAT MORNING:

“Beep…Beep…Beep.”

Jonathan groaned, waking up to the sound of his phone buzzing repeatedly, he stretched his hand with his eyes shut closed and used his hand to search for the girl he had made love to and connected with physically and sexully the entire night but after a second, he felt her absence making him open his eyes widely and look around the room.

“W….I didn't even get her name! Sweetheart!“ He muttered to himself then called out the nickname he had accorded to her, rising to his feet, searching for her in the bathroom and he turned around noticing her clothes which were littered on the floor were now gone.

He scrunched up his face, and walked towards the bed stand noticing a stack of money with his phone next to it.

“Did…Did she just leave me here? With some cash?” Anger rushed through his veins and he picked up the stack of money and in rage, threw it on the floor.

He grabbed the landline,and dialed the number of the receptionist on the ground floor, pacing back and forth, “Good..Good morning, Mr Knight. Is there someth–”

She didn't complete her statement, before he harshly cut her off, “Did you see the woman I came with last night?”

“Yes…Yes sir, she left about three hours ago in a haste.” She stammered out hoping nothing had gone wrong and Jonathan sucked his teeth hanging up the phone on her right before she completed her question, “Is there a problem, sir?”

Jonathan ran his hands across his face and tried to calm down but seeing the stack of money scattered on the floor enraged him.

“What did she think of me? Does she not know who I am?” He questioned, irritated and began to wear his clothes and he shot his security team and assistant a message.

There is an emergency! Meet me at the hotel with fresh clothes.

He ignored the other messages from my parents and his friend, Scarlet and other business deals. He was too livid to even think of another thing except, this audacious mysterious girl.

As he picked up his wallet and keys, he soon noticed her pink panties by the headboard and a smirk appeared on his face, flashbacks of the wild night ran through his mind and the rage he was feeling was soon replaced with longing for her, but the money was setting him off.

How could I have let her slip away?I need to find her!

He received a call from assistant, Maya, and he answered reluctantly, “Yes Maya.”

“I just received your text, is everything okay sir? Would I need to send the police to the Milgram's Hotel?” She questioned with great concern.

“No, I do however need you to help me get the best visual artist in the whole Simia. And put a call to Tristan Milgram.” Jonathan requested picking up the lady's panties and tucked it in his pocket.

“On it.”

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AN HOUR LATER:

“Good afternoon, Mr Knight.”

Jonathan arrived at the address given to him by his assistant as the best artist in the entire country who was standing in front of the little building dazzled at the presence of the man they had only seen on television and read about in newspapers.

Jonathan only nodded, looking around the area skeptically, but he was busy talking to his friend, Tristan on a call.

“How dare you summon me like I'm one of your men? What do you want from me?” Tristan questioned as soon as Jonathan connected with his line.

“I am not in the mood right now. I need to get some footage from your hotel's security camera just this morning.” He requested, entering into the small office of the artist baffled that this was the working space of the best artist in the entire country.

“I will see what I can do. Is there a problem? I had no idea you even stayed the night.” Tristan inquired and Jonathan responded, “I will tell you about it when you get back, I have to go now.” 

He hung afterwards and tucked his phone in his breast pocket, meeting the face of the smiling artist, Victor D. “It's such an honor to meet you, Mr Jonathan Knight. I had just assumed it was a prank call when your assistant called and sent a confidentiality document. What would you like me to draw out for you today, sir?”

“A woman.” He responded, and her face from the minute he stepped into the bar and saw her sad brown eyes gazing at him, appeared in his mind.

“Okay, let's begin sir.” Victor D picked up his pencil and his pad was before him and he waited for Jonathan to begin.

“She had a wide brown eyes, almond maybe, wide apart from each other and fully carved out eyebrows and full adorable natural lashes. With the cutest pointy nose which was red when I first met her, probably she had been crying prior to our meeting. Her lips…God…her lips.” He thought back, tucking his lips underneath his teeth, still mermazing by the lady.

“She had small pink lips, which she had…” He was about to start describing all she had used her lips to do to him but he refrained from doing so.

“Her hair was blonde, curly and long, she was as beautiful as a queen.” He continued describing on, and as soon as he was done, Victor D was also done and showed his drawing to him.

“Is this her?” Jonathan was astonished by the exact drawing of his audacious mysterious woman.

“Exactly.” He responded and a smile appeared on the face of the artist who turned to the security guards who were in the room, many were also outside of it as well.

After Victor D perfected the drawing, he handed it to Jonathan Knight, but right before he left, Victor built up the courage and said, “If you don't mind me saying this sir, This lady has been all over the news since yesterday and even hours before your arrival and even on the newspaper this morning.”

Jonathan's heart skipped a beat in fear, why would that be? Was she a criminal? 

Victor switched on the rusty television in his office and switched on the news, where his mysterious woman Was just being displayed being left at the altar.

“Her name is Iris, her surname hasn't been brought yet. She was left at the altar by actor Gabriel Thymes.”

Jonathan heard all of that but seeing ‘his woman’ on the news with paparazzi all in her face when tears were literally forming in her eyes, upset him.

“Dial Maya's contact and get her to pull down everyone's last video and image of Iris ordered by Chef Jonathan Knight. And get me on a call with my uncle, Detective Knight.”

He knew his name held power, and the surname alone moved mountains, so he knew before the end of the day all media companies and blogs would have pulled down everything about Iris. And his uncle was the Chief Detective, so he hoped he would still be able to find Iris and get with her.

I HAVE to….He thought to himself.