The Psychopath | 18+

3. Mr. Eros Des'aire

Romana's POV
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Mr. Stars aggravated breath could be heard over the phone as he spoke "I really needed you for tonight Romana" he said, I cringed.

I called him to tell him about my job opportunity and that I may need to quit so he was practically angry with me.

"I'm sorry Mr. Star, but I have to take this" I said, sparing the details, he sighed again, I could imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Alright, I hope this is worth it Ms. Feretti" he said and I smiled, despite his voice being laced with the obvious sarcasm.

"It's is. Thank you Mr. Star" I beamed and he grunted.

"Good luck" he said and hung up, then I went to go finish packing my bag.

Within a six month timeframe she said, surely it wouldn't take that long to study a man. Would it? Only he wasn't your typical man.

I wondered what he looked like, probably old considering he ran a multimillion dollar company and lived by himself. A young bachelor would be out and about, partying living life and all these things.

Maybe a psychopath is antisocial?

My voice echoed but I settled for old, probably silence of the lamb vibes.

I wondered if he have salt and pepper hair, was he tall and burly or have a big beer belly, until I realized I was fantasizing about an old man a little too much and all these questions would be getting answered tomorrow and I had a nervous yet excited feeling.

I finished packing and got ready for bed, I changed in pajamas and huddled up in my sheets until sleep came.

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I rushed to put my clothes on, I seem to always be late now a days, the car Adrianna arranged for me was waiting outside for about a good ten minutes and he was tooting his horn ever so often.

I grabbed my bag and took one last glance at my apartment making sure that everything was in place before rushing out.

I had already talked to the landlord about my arrangements, that I'd possibly be gone for a month or two but I'd still be paying rent.

Adrianna said she had spoken to Mr. Des'aire and he was more than happy to accommodate me and let me document him, he was also use to Scottsdale sending people over to journal, so far he didn't sound so bad.

I hopped inside the car stumbling upon a handsome young man who wore an annoyed expression on his face.

I cringed "sorry" and he rolled his eyes and sighed, turning the key in the ignition.

"You know" he began "I always give my girlfriend the benefit of the doubt, but you proved me right"

"About?" I queried.

"Women moves slow" he said, I quirked a brow and scoffed turning to looked through the window as we drove off, I chose not to answer him and decided to occupy my time by properly going through Mr. Des'aire's file.

It contained records of his medical history and a little bit of back story about him. He was first recorded to have traits of psychopathy when he was twelve after his parents discovered he had strangled the family rabbit without a hint of remorse.

It sent shivers down my spine for odd reason.

No family members were tested positive for any traits of psychopathy nor was anyone diagnosed so after some investigation they discovered that his therapist was molesting him and as a result he developed psychopathy based on environmental risk factors.