Obsessed | Jude Bellingham

42.

Bianca Dawson
On to you
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I slipped into a sleek, form-fitting black dress from Alexander McQueen, the kind that hugged every curve without being too revealing. It was chic, with thin straps and a hem that fell just above the knee.

I paired it with a pair of classic Louboutin pumps, their signature red soles peeking out with every step I took. For jewelry, I kept it minimal—wearing the diamond earrings Jude got me with a Cartier bracelet. Before heading out, I spritzed on my favorite cologne, Tom Ford's Black Orchid, the rich, warm scent lingering in the air as I moved.

My makeup was light, just enough to enhance my features—a swipe of mascara, a touch of blush, and a lipstick that matched the natural shade of my lips. I straightened my hair, letting it fall smoothly past my shoulders, the shine catching the light as I moved. Satisfied with how I looked, I grabbed my YSL clutch and made my way to the bar.

When I arrived, I immediately spotted Dominik. He was already there, sitting at the bar with a glass in hand. I checked my phone; it was 8:51 pm. I thought I was early, but he was even earlier. I approached him, my heels clicking softly against the floor. As I took a seat beside him, he turned to look at me, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Beautiful as always," he greeted.

"Thanks," I replied, returning the smile. "But you're early."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink before replying. "It's the businessman in me. I'm always early."

I glanced at his outfit—he was dressed in a navy blue shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms and a sleek watch on his wrist. The slightly disheveled look suggested he had a long day. ​

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," I said, turning my attention back to him.

Dominik raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh? What's on your mind?"

"I'm looking for sponsors for my foundation," I began, reaching into my clutch to pull out the neatly organized paperwork I'd prepared. "I have everything ready for you to look over."

But before I could hand him the documents, he waved a hand, cutting me off. "Sure," he said casually, as if agreeing to fund a foundation was the most natural thing in the world.

I blinked, surprised by his quick response. "Well, don't you want to hear what it's about or why you should fund it?"

He shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I've heard enough. It's your foundation, which means it's something you care about. That's good enough for me."

I stared at him, momentarily speechless. I had spent hours rehearsing exactly how I would persuade him, running through all the reasons why my foundation was worth his investment. But now, all that preparation seemed unnecessary.

He leaned in slightly, his tone turning serious. "The only question now is, how much do you need?"

I looked at him, still a bit stunned by how easily he agreed. "Are you serious?" I asked, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice.

He nodded, his expression sincere. "Of course. I trust your judgment. If this is something you're passionate about, then I'm on board. Just tell me the figure."

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. This wasn't how I expected the conversation to go, but it was a pleasant surprise. "I don't have a specific amount in mind yet," I admitted. "I wanted to discuss it with you first, see what you thought."

Dominik chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You're always so thorough," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Tell you what—give me a ballpark figure, and we'll work from there."