Obsessed | Jude Bellingham

03.

Bianca Dawson
Determined
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I had just returned from grocery shopping, juggling bags as I made my way to the mail room. As I reached for my package, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.

"You came in pretty late the other night. Should I assume you went on a date?" The voice belonged to James, a charming investment banker who also occupied one of the luxury suites in the building.

I turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. "Should I assume you're stalking me?" I retorted, my tone playful yet pointed.

James grinned, his piercing blue eyes sparkling with mischief. At twenty-seven, he was undeniably attractive, with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. He had been asking me out for ages, but I always found an excuse to decline.

"Touché," he chuckled, leaning casually against the wall. "But seriously, when are you going to let me take you out?"

I sighed inwardly, knowing this conversation was inevitable. Mario had been urging me to accept James's invitation for weeks. According to him, I was too focused on my 'obsession' with Jude and needed to let loose once in a while and be realistic.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that going on a date with James would be a distraction that I didn't need right now.

"Sorry," I replied, forcing a polite smile. "I'm just not interested."

He gave me a knowing look, as if he could see through my facade. "You're too focused on your career, aren't you? It wouldn't hurt to have a little fun once in a while."

I shrugged, "Yea maybe. Maybe I just can't find the time yet."

James's grin widened, and he stepped closer. "Well, when you do, I hope you'll give me a chance."

Before I could respond, the elevator arrived, its doors sliding open with a soft ding. I stepped inside, offering James a polite nod before pressing the button for the second floor.

As the doors closed behind me, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Despite Mario's insistence, I couldn't bring myself to entertain the idea of a date with James. I had far too much going on in my head and heart for that.

Once inside my apartment, I set down my bags of groceries and began to unpack. Fresh produce and pantry staples filled my kitchen. After stowing away the last of the items, I retreated to the bathroom for a much-needed shower, allowing the warm water to wash away the stress of the day.

Feeling refreshed, I returned to the kitchen to prepare a quick snack then took my medication. As I sliced an apple and spread peanut butter on each wedge, my thoughts wandered to Gran Elite Services. But now, as I checked my inbox, there it was—a message confirming my acceptance into their exclusive agency.

With trembling hands, I clicked open the email, devouring its contents with eager anticipation. The words danced across the screen, confirming that I had been chosen as a candidate and would soon be placed with a family. All I had to do was wait for a follow-up email containing the details on the way forward.

Setting aside my snack, I sank into a chair, thinking about what I should do next. Little do they know, the ball was now in my court, not theirs they already did their job of accepting me.

It was time for me to continue being intentional...

Intentional means making deliberate choices and taking purposeful actions towards your goals and dreams. It's about having a clear vision and focusing your efforts on achieving it. Being intentional ensures that your daily actions contribute to your long-term vision, preventing you from drifting aimlessly through life.

People and by people ...Mario might question my methods or my motivations, but I've learned that pursuing a dream requires a level of dedication that not everyone will understand. And my dream was him, ofcourse no one will understand the dedication I have.

I strongly believe being intentional about your goals are essential because whatever you aren't changing, you are choosing.

If you're not actively working to improve your situation or move closer to your dreams, you're essentially accepting your current reality. I will never accept a reality that doesn't include Jude Bellingham as my boyfriend. This realization puts the responsibility on me to make changes and take control of my destiny.

I will not choose a life that doesn't have him as the lead man in my life, so I am constantly changing.

Every choice I've made was aimed at making a change, every choice was a calculated step towards that goal. Trips to Germany, trips to England, moving to Madrid, transferring my credits to a school in Madrid, moving into the same complex as Rodrygo, attending events I know he'd be at. I'm not just following an obsession; I'm working smart, positioning myself in the right places, to eventually be a part of Jude's world.

When I applied to Gran Elite Services, it was a deliberate move. I went through the rigorous interview process, presenting myself as the best candidate. I know I can be delusional but I wasn't that delusional, I knew my competition would be fierce which required a little more thinking.

Now that I see the email, I was ready to work my way in. They explained in the interview that they have a system that matches each prospect with a client. Which was even more perfect, as each system can be manipulated.

I fetched the green juice I blended this morning and went to my room, sipping my juice I stared at my MacBook screen as I sat comfortably in my bed.

I threw my hair up into a ponytail pulled on my glasses, the usual signs that I was up to no good. My expertise in software engineering, coupled with a background in computer science, had paved the way for countless hours spent diving into coding and cybersecurity.

One summer, fueled by curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, I threw myself into the world of hacking, determined to uncover its secrets and master its techniques.

When my dad discovered my newfound skills, he saw an opportunity. He enlisted me as his secret weapon, a personal ethical hacker tasked with ensuring the security of his websites and systems. It was an operation that required discretion and precision.

However, as skilled as I was, even I couldn't resist the allure of a challenge. And when the opportunity presented itself to hack into Gran Elite Services, I couldn't resist. The prestigious agency was known for its exclusivity, catering to high-profile clients with discerning tastes. But behind its polished exterior lay a vulnerability, a flaw in its system that I couldn't resist exploiting.

With practiced ease, I bypassed the agency's security measures, gaining access to its database of clients and candidates. It was a treasure of information, each profile a potential target for manipulation. And then, I found out their silly system selected me—to be matched with a Suarez family. Uh, I don't think so.

I kept looking until found the three matches for the Bellingham family, unfortunately one of these ladies will be listed for the Suarez's instead.

Lucretia, 48, —A seasoned professional with an impressive resume, she was poised to become the house manager for the Prime Minister. But she had also worked for Messi during his time in Barcelona. Nice. I'm sure they'll appreciate her.

For a moment, I hesitated. Was it ethical to tamper with someone's future, to alter the course of their life without their knowledge or consent? No it wasn't and I know. But, I remembered my own ambitions, and in that moment, ethics took a backseat to opportunity, I hope she'll like her new family.

With a few keystrokes, I altered the candidate's profile, changing her from being matched with the Bellingham family to the Suarez. It was a subtle change, one that went unnoticed amidst the sea of data as I caught it before the candidates were notified via email. But to me, it was a game-changer, a chance to tip the scales in my favour and bring me one step closer to my ultimate goal.

I looked at the other two candidates who I'd be going up against. One worked for Zidane. I took a deep sigh; I knew how to remedy the situation, but I would unfortunately have to call in backup for these two perfect candidates.

I picked up my phone, listening to it ring.

"I do believe you owe me a favour, and I'm here to cash it in," I said with a smile as I looked at images of both ladies.