Gilded Obsession

Chapter 9

Overall, last night was a decent night. A good night even.

It had started out great, with my Goddess so obviously appreciating the outfit I chose and giving me a hug and a beer. Then, it had turned a little rocky. I had lost my cool, and in public no less. I was taught better than that. I am better than that. I won't let it happen again.

It had caused for my angel to spend some more time with me though when she had been too busy all night – which I know is not her fault of course.

It had also caused me to leave a little sooner than I had initially planned. I would have loved looking at her for a while longer. Or all night. Whichever.

However, I had drawn too much attention. Besides, her friend had clearly noticed me staring and I did not like that. I did not like to be so obvious about things like that. It simply wasn't my style.

After I left the bar, I made some calls. I texted Raven, asking her for some information on that filthy pig who dared lay a finger on what was mine. I needed to know if he was as bad as my brain had made him out to be. Was my brain just telling me he was awful because he touched Clarke? And before I ever had a chance to do so...

Raven had found him easily, using some camera footage to figure out his name.

His record was clean, and he seemed like a decent man based on his social media posts. That didn't stop me from hating him though. His friends on the other hand... The ones who had mad this bet with or for him... Two of them had made it onto my list and tonight had made them a top priority. One was a part of some questionable Facebook groups where he posted and commented even more questionable things while the other had a formal complaint lodged against him with the university. A complaint from a female student who claimed – I say claimed because the investigation is ongoing – to have been assaulted and harassed by him. I don't doubt it is true. I do doubt whether he will be found guilty.

The group of friends seemed to be on a bar crawl last night, so following them to a nearby bar and luring the last guy into the bathroom with me was so easy. Especially when I made my jacket slip enough to almost flash him a nipple. Gods, men were so easy and predictable.

I had made it look like an accident though. A drug overdose. Oops.

I did the same thing to the first guy in the next bar. He was just as easy as the last and they had terrible friends because the group hadn't even waited for their former friend to move on to the next bar.

I did leave the guy who touched my precious angel alone. Even though I wanted nothing more than to at least take a finger from him, I couldn't do it.

That was probably a good thing though because if my sweetness ever asked me about him directly, I wouldn't be able to lie to her. And now I didn't have to. I did not touch him, and he was still alive as far as I was aware.

Next, I found out who owns Unipolis. That's something that's easy to do when you are as well-connected as I am. Anyone who owns a business, even one as... well, even Unipolis, was a businessperson, therefore I knew people who knew people who knew them.

And within the next hour, that bar was registered under my name.

It's not quite the business venture I had expected for myself, but my sweet Goddess had provoked me and now she could no longer deny me the right to pay for my own drinks. That is, if I ever decided to tell her I owned the place now. Or if I ever decided to return. It truly was not my kind of place.

I make a note to get someone hired to manage the place for me like the former owner had, because even though it was mine now, I did not want to bother with the logistics of that.