Chapter 3

It was safe to conclude that I had totally fallen in love with Helen. I came to know this when I woke up the following day after the club incident, and I could not stop thinking about her. At first, since I was getting a serious erection at every thought of her beautiful lips merging with mine, I naturally thought I was just reacting the way a normal male would to a woman's lips touching his. But this was different. This was deeper. I needed her....

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I ended up spending the rest of the weekend reminiscing on every feel I had of Helen. Her scent, the soft supple feel of her skin, the rounded curve of her hips as she cradled herself in my arms.... By Monday morning I was going crazy.

"Where do I find her!", I said to Bruce, the moment I got to his office. We both worked for a financial institution called Dawn Capital in the heart of New York, smack dab in the middle of wall street. I was the leading market analyst for my firm and was considered one of the best traders in the city. Bruce and Dan were my natural competitors but none of them were still to make more money than me on the trading floor.

To date, I had made over 2 billion dollars ever since I had started out at the company some three years earlier. Needless to say, I was the best thing that had ever happened to this company ever since it started. Everyone knew this, including the owner of the company, Mr. Finch. Unfortunately, this knowledge didn't make him like me, despite having made money for him. No. He hated my guts. In his opinion, I was the embodiment of evil alive to haunt him since he couldn't fire me( I was good at my job) and he definitely didn't want me being the best his company had. Regardless, I did whatever I wanted, including going to Bruce's office to accost him about Helen.

"Dude, what the-", he reacted, impulsively shutting down his laptop. I was looked at him closely. Of course, he had been watching the " hentai" shit they accused me of watching. Apparently, people mostly accuse you of things that they themselves are guilty of doing. How ironic. "Bro, I really don't care what you were watching," I said, placing both of my palms on his desk. " I just need to know how I can find her."

"Um uh, well.....that's difficult bro," he gushed, regaining his composure. " She never announces where she will be performing because any venue tends to over crowd, which she apparently doesn't like,"

"That's strange. I would think musicians naturally want to fill in every venue," I said.

"True, but if you noticed, she isn't your average human being, Joe," he said dismissively.

I arched an eyebrow at that. " How do you know about this though?"

"Yeah, I am a fan, tried multiple times to get to her but it's impossible. She is never alone and too many body guards," he sighed.

I did not mention that I had actually had a one on one with her, alone.....let alone kiss her. I would be committed to an asylum for the delusional. So I didn't mention that part entirely.

"Hey, that day at the club I saw you stalking her," said Bruce grinning ear to ear. " You were hoping you could at least see that ass up close?". I was about to contradict him but then thought better of it.

"Yep, you know that woman is to die for bro. I was very unlucky though. You guys came and dragged me away from the alley,"

"Yeah, well... I was saving you from the disappointment. She is too beautiful to do any man any good bro. I would advise you to focus on the usual wall street torts. At least such women are attainable. Helen Star isn't," he said, signaling with his expression that this was all I was going to get out of him. And also, for me to take my leave. I exited his office more frustrated than anything. The fact that it was impossible to get a heads up on her next performance and where, told me this was going to require a bit more effort that I had initially anticipated. Nevertheless, I wasn't discouraged. I was sure I would see her again.

I dropped heavily into my office chair and started furiously punching the keys on my laptop. Surely google would come to the rescue. I started by searching Helen Star. What came up was the usual celeb gossip that only served to frustrate me. 'Who is Star's secret lover', said one blog. Another said 'Voted the sexiest woman alive, Helen Star!'. At least that article was correct. The more I dwelt on just how beautiful she was the more I thought less of myself. I was fairly wealth and comfortable, of course, not a bad looking fella either, but not drop dead gorgeous as well. I mean, I wouldn't cause a bus full of cheerleaders to go crazy after seeing my face. But I was ok. Put that against Helen's angelic face and I looked like the Grinch who stole Christmas.

I scrolled through a couple of articles praising Helen Star's singing talent as well as her beauty and finally got bored. Until I remembered what she had been saying when I was with her in that blessed service way. She said she was a siren. I scoffed to myself. Sirens were Greek mythology, I remembered from my reading. I tend to lose myself in much literature so naturally the story of Odysseus would have crossed my path. The story was an interesting one, telling of how Odysseus was curious about the sirens song. Instructed his crew to tie him to a mast whilst the plugged their ears with beeswax. And so they passed by the sirens island and Odysseus struggle to free himself from his bonds, begging his crew members to let him go, but they tied him even tighter. The story says that the sirens were fated to die if someone escapes their singing and so the sirens flung themselves on the rocks and died.

Recollecting gave me hope. Surely Helen must be mistaken. all of the sirens died in that story so its impossible that one would be alive today. I was greatly encouraged by my reasoning and hatched a new plan.

I had been working endlessly for the last 3 years so had over two months of leave I could get if I wished it. I decided to get a leave from work and go search for Helen Star....