Gilded Obsession

Chapter 3

Thirty-one days.

Thirty-one days, three hours, and seven minutes to be exact.

That's how long it has been since I last saw my Goddess.

The only time I saw my Goddess.

And every second that passes I am more and more inclined to contact Raven and use her skills to hack into cameras nearby that coffee shop I first saw her at. I know the exact time and date she blessed me for the first time with her presence and I was privileged enough to bare witness to her ethereal appearance, so it wouldn't be difficult to find her that way. And then it was only a matter of doing some internet searches. Or following her throughout the city on cameras to figure out where she works or lives. But I also promised myself I wouldn't.

I know there are a couple of skills that I lack, the most important one being impulse control. And my therapist told me I should be working on that. However, I have controlled my impulses for over three weeks, so is it really still impulsiveness now?

I think I am in need of another therapy session... Maybe my therapist can talk me out of it. She'll know what to do. She's the one who encouraged me to start taking out those disgustingly perverted, powerful men after all. Well, not literally. I have never spoken about my most useful past-time because I know the confidentiality clause is only valid if I am not at risk of hurting myself or others. But I can read between the lines. It was very much implied. So, I took her advice and here we are, years later, and the world is a slightly better place now.

Even still, that doesn't bring me any closer to my angel.

I slam my laptop closed and I all but storm into the meeting room. The next fundraiser is at the end of September, which is in less than two weeks now. And while that means I am just putting together the finishing touches and everything has mostly been planned by now, it also means that the group of men my dad deemed worthy to fill the highest positions at his company are scrutinizing my every step even worse. I can't stand it. Especially with my mind constantly on the beautiful blonde who's name I don't even know, I have lost my last shred of patience for their nonsense. They all know I am more than capable of organizing these things and making them go flawlessly while bringing in tons of money for charity. Money that my dad can in turn write off on his taxes. Because yes, charity for the rich is really bringing them more money.

I am only working so hard to set up these events because charities do still get money as well and only the government is losing capital.

I'll also have to hit the gym tonight to work out some of that frustration and punch some bags. Or willing sparring partners.

I don't quite understand why I am so taken by this woman. Why my mind is so preoccupied with thoughts of her even though we didn't even speak.

I've been intrigued by women before, but never like this.

Previously, after a night of pleasure, I got over my little obsessions every time, no matter how pleasant said night was. But I have never become infatuated by anyone without as much as a single conversation.

It'll be the same for her, I am certain of it. I just need to see her again, talk with her, observe her, seduce her. And then I'll be right back on task. I'll finally rid my mind of these pesky thoughts that stop me from completing any more of my... missions.

I haven't killed anyone in thirty-one days, which is probably the longest since my first. Raven has sent me names and places, but I just can't do it. Not because my morals have changed, but because I've just been so preoccupied.

I rarely make my murders look like anything other than that; murders, however, that doesn't mean I don't have to be careful about leaving evidence.

Whether people know these disgusting pigs have been murdered or found their accidental endings, I don't care. I only care about being able to continue my life's work. And if I get caught and convicted, I will never do another good deed. I'll be locked up for life.