Liberation [completed]

Mugged-Asher

I stare at the charts on the laptop, they were the profit margins for the last few years of the firm I was planning on taking over. Somehow, the charts reminded me of Mia. It wasn't just the charts, anything and everything reminded me of her. I was going crazy. It's been over two months since I saw her for the first and last time. My obsession with her was ridiculous and bordering on psychotic. 

I push away from my desk and turn to face the view behind me. The view was different from my office and my apartment. As I looked at the neighbouring companies and buildings, I wondered how Mia would react in here? What she would say if she were here. 

Fuck! I had to stop this.

This wasn't good. I barely knew the woman, and she was already controlling my life. I couldn't help it though. I had tried to have sex after meeting her, but I couldn't do it. I would go all the way to kissing and stripping but when it came down to it, I could never follow through and that was definitely wasn't my style.

Also, I had begun looking at the news for deaths in her area. I had read just this morning of a girl who died cause of a mugging incident. I didn't know what I was looking for when I started reading those articles but the more I read the more I felt closer to her and the more I wanted to get her out of there.

I had so much as gone back there in hopes of bumping into her. I did it once with Jason last month. Of course, I didn't see her. Then I began going down there on my own in my car, just driving around looking for her. It was so stupid. There were so many people in this town. Plus, Jason had pointed out that if she didn't want to be found, she could have given us the wrong address that night. I was starting to believe he was right.

This was fucking stupid. I was Asher Billiard. I owned the world. I could have anyone I wanted whenever I wanted. 

Yet, all I wanted was Mia and I couldn't find Mia. The one girl I wanted. I was tempted to call my private investigator but with just a first name, I knew it was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Also, it was sort of embarrassing to admit that I was looking for her. I had a reputation to maintain- billionaire womaniser was still a title I wanted to maintain. It was the last strand of sanity I could cling onto at this point. 

As I continued waging the now-familiar battle inside of me of whether to let her go or continue trying to find her, I find myself closing up for the day. It was almost the end of the day anyway. I barely acknowledged my staff as I walked out of my building and ignored everyone else. My mind was somewhere else.

On one fucking girl.

The very thought of what I have become made me angry. I pressed down on the gas pedal and sped through traffic. I could afford the stupid traffic tickets. I had connections to disregard it if I wanted. My car already seemed to know where I was heading before I even did. I was going to her area. It was a Thursday, this was a first for me. I only allowed myself to go there on Sundays. 

Great, soon I will be going there every day. That's just fucking perfect, she could have moved away for all I knew. Or died. I winced at the sting in my chest, the thought had brought on. She couldn't be dead, I'd know if she was. I felt a deep connection to her. Even as I thought this, a small part of my mind still mocked me for even thinking this. It was obviously one-sided, it was stupid to even go looking for her. Say, I do find her then what? 

When I reach her side of town, I do the usual circle and then an idea forms in my head. I circle the block looking for a safe spot to park. This whole neighbourhood screamed robbery, crime and unlawful activities. Even the people who roamed the streets looked like they belonged in jail or just came out of jail. Honestly, how was this safe? I find a spot behind an abandoned building and park my car there. I hoped I didn't get stolen, that would be unfortunate. The area seemed pretty deserted as compared to the other blocks so I figured it would be safer.