Because! You Are My Obsession

I wake up with an alarm sound; I hate Mondays; why aren't weekends simply four days long? I drag myself out of bed, dreading the long work week ahead. The thought of sitting in traffic and dealing with annoying coworkers already has me feeling stressed. As I trudge to the kitchen to make some coffee, I can't help but wish for a world where weekends never seem to end.

I sat in my car and went to my office to begin my work day. I work for a business magazine. that covers the latest trends and developments in the industry. My work is to do an interview with some business tycoons to uncover the truth behind their success stories. and reveal their dirty secrets, all while maintaining a professional demeanor. As I parked my car and made my way to the office building,. It was always a thrill to delve into the lives of successful entrepreneurs and uncover the real stories behind their achievements. Today was no different, and I was ready to dig deep and get to the bottom of what truly made these business tycoons tick.

But my boss, Mrs. Kim Su-Yeon, is not happy today, and I know why. She gave me a task that was assigned to me last month, and guess what? I freaking failed it. I was told that I needed to do an interview with the CEO of New York's largest firm Rafael King, but I couldn't get his appointment. I know what's coming; she'll reprimand me, and I'm ready for it.

As I entered Mrs. Kim's office, I could feel the tension in the air. She sat behind her desk, her expression stern and unyielding. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the inevitable scolding. "Sit down," she commanded, her voice sharp and unforgiving. I lowered myself into the chair opposite her, bracing myself for what was to come. "You were given a simple task, and you failed to deliver," she began, her eyes piercing into mine. "Do you have any excuse for your incompetence?" I hung my head in shame, knowing that I had let her down and jeopardized my reputation in the process.

"I'm sorry, boss, but I tried hard to get his appointment, but his secretary always said he's busy and doesn't have time for an interview."

"I understand that you faced obstacles, but that is no excuse for not achieving your goal," she replied sternly. "In this industry, persistence and resourcefulness are key qualities, and it seems you lacked both in this situation." I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach,

"Listen, he is one of America's most powerful businessmen, and everyone wants to know more about him. He is like a closed door. I heard Rafael King had a tie with the mafia, but no one knows anything about him. This interview will be crucial for our magazine, and I'm giving you one final chance."

"I will try my level best boss; just give me some time, and I'll try to fix an appointment with him as soon as possible."

"There is no need to fix an appointment; he is never going to meet you in this way. You have to find a different approach to get in touch with him."

"How is this possible, boss? I barely know him, and we even don't know where he is living. It seems impossible to contact him without more information."

She handed me an airline ticket, and I glanced at it in confusion.

"He is currently in Paris; go there and find a chance to meet with him and convince him to grant you an interview."

"But how will I approach him?"

"That is not my problem. Eva Rogers, it's your job to go find your way on your own and don't arrive without his interview. If you fail this time, get ready to lose your job."

I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I realized the daunting task that lay ahead. How was I supposed to track down a man I barely knew in a city as vast as Paris? My mind raced with possibilities, but ultimately, I knew I had no choice but to figure it out on my own. The pressure was on, and failure was not an option if I wanted to keep my job. With a deep breath, I made a plan to head to Paris and find a way to approach him, no matter what it took.

I grab that ticket and leave her cabin.

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Paris

I stepped out onto the bustling streets of Paris, the enormity of the task ahead of me became even more apparent. The city was alive with activity, and I felt like a small fish in a big pond. I knew I had to act fast if I wanted to have any chance of finding this mysterious man. I took a deep breath and began to map out a plan in my mind.

Bullshit! I've been here for a week and still don't know anything about him. I was sitting near a cafe when I saw two men in black heading inside. The way they dressed up looked like they were kind of bodyguards. Why the hell do people even keep guards? Can't they protect themselves with their own, bloody rich brats! It's just a waste of money. As I sipped my coffee, I couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation. They were talking in hushed tones about some big business deal that was about to go down. I was stern when I heard his name: Rafael Fucking King. It piqued my curiosity, so I made a mental note to keep an eye on them and see if I could uncover any more information.

I got to know he was going to come to Gate Club Paris tonight for some business. This is the opportunity I was looking for, and it looks like today is my lucky day.

But the problem is, I don't know what Rafael looks like. Yeah, I know this is stupid, and you will all say how is this possible, but it's true that the famous and powerful businessman is a mysterious man; nobody saw him; he is like a shadow; even his media conferences are attended by his assistant or secretary.

If I meet him, how will I recognize him? I am fucked up for real, but I won't lose hope. I will try my best, and don't forget that today is my lucky day. I just need to stay positive and keep my eyes open.

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Gate Club Paris

I was sitting near the bar, waiting for a man with so many guards. I knew he was a powerful man, and my boss said he had ties to the Mafia, so he must be with so many men behind him, as we saw in movies, so I kept looking at the entrance, waiting for a man like this.

To my disappointment, I had not seen a man with these match criteria. I became frustrated. I have to go tomorrow, and I know I'll lose my job. Bloody Rafael fucking King and his segregation. I grab my drink and sip it all at once. I am furious and keep cursing Rafael.

If his secretary gives me an appointment, I have not faced all this nonsense-just one interview-and I don't need him, bloody bastard. Can't he give me his 15 minutes, you bastard Rafael Fucking king?

I was continuously sipping my drink and trying to calm down. But no matter how much I tried to calm myself, the anger continued to simmer inside me.

"It looks like this Rafael fucking king has got all your nerves."

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome man in a suit. His muscular body still visible from his fitted suit. He resembled a businessman, and I couldn't help but get a strange feeling. He looked so very handsome, and his smile was killing. I could not help but stare at him. I could tell he had a certain charm that could easily sway anyone in his favor. He was the epitome of confidence and charisma.

"umm .. Excuse me? Are you talking to me?" I asked.

"Yes, you are getting everyone's attention by cursing that Rafael Fucking King." He said while take a seat beside me.

Am I drunk or what? I love his manly voice; he is so calm and sexy. I need to be focused. What are you doing? You are here for that, Rafael King, not to stare at a man like him. You need to go.

"I am sorry, sir. I was just a little frustrated." I said.

"Does that mean Rafael is the reason for your frustration?"

"Yeah, I am here to approach him for an interview, but I don't know where he is or how he even looks. I have been trying for his interview for the for the last few days, but every time his bloody motherfucker secretary says that his bloody boss doesn't have even 15 minutes for this interview, I will lose my job. This is my last chance. I am fucked up for real. I need to find another job."

He started laughing, which makes me more furious.

"Am I joking here? What's so funny?" I furiously said and looked at him.

"You are extremely amusing and brave. I like it." He said.

"Yeah, I need to go."

"Hey, wait, may we take a drink?"

"No thanks, I have already exceeded my consumption limitations. "

"But remain for some more time. I need to spend time with you."

"Look, Mr. Whoever you are, I am not interested. Please need to go, I need to pack all of my stuff."

"Well, I can help you with Rafael's case."

His words freeze my feet, and I turn to him in surprise.

"What did you say?"

"Yes, I said "true." I can help you. If you spend time with me, I can arrange a meeting with him."

"Are you playing with me?"

He chuckled.

"I never lied," he remarked in a raspy voice.

"How can I believe you? And I am not that kind of...."

"As I already stated, I do not lie. Simply believe me, and you will get what you want. Just spend some time with me, and if you think I'll take advantage of your drunken state, you're mistaken."

He got dangerously close to her and whispered into her ear.

"I will not touch you without your permission, sweetie."

I was astonished and bewildered. I'm in a dilemma. What should I do right now? I had to do this in order to keep my job, so I agreed.

He smile

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I and that stranger were walking around the streets of Paris.

"Should I trust this man? Why am I listening to this man? I don't even know this man's name, yet I'm strolling with him. What if he is a psycho killer?"

The man laughs.

"What?" I gaze at him, surprised.

"I'm not a psycho killer, baby girl."

"How do you know what am I thinking "

"I just guessed babygirl"

"Anyway, don't call me that"

"Why? Don't you like it"

"I'm here just to get Rafael's interview; I'm not here for a one-night stand with a stranger I've only known for a few minutes."

"So you're already thinking about a one-night stand? But I've never mentioned that. Do I?"

"um....no...i just ...leave....what do you want...we are walking for half hour "

"So did you ever do?"

"What I did? "

"One night stand with anyone."

"Hell no..Not in this life."

"Why? Any... specific reason?"

"I don't want to become pregnant with a stranger's child and raise the child alone, then one day he fined out a few years later that he has a son or daughter and then come to me for that child. I don't want all of that. Like happens in fiction stories, I don't get into drama; all I want is to become pregnant with my husband's child and spend the rest of my life with only one man."

"So you have thought far enough. Tell me what your expectations are from your future husband, but first of all, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Well, I don't have a boyfriend till now, and I have many hopes in my future husband, like sometimes he will be my driver, sometimes my chef, and sometimes my friend with whom I can share everything. And sometimes my husband, who values me more than anything else,"

"Who supports me in my dreams and goals and who always stands by my side through thick and thin? I envision a partner who is not only my lover but also my rock-someone who can make me laugh when I'm feeling down and who can challenge me to be the best version of myself. And when I get pregnant, he will take great care of me, tolerate my mood swings, and fulfill my midnight cravings."

"He will give me whatever I want to eat, whenever I want, and will help me in taking care of the children and raising them. I want a husband who is loyal, trustworthy, and compassionate-someone who will always put our relationship first and make me feels loved and appreciated every day. In short, I am looking for a life partner who completes me in every way and who I can build a future with based on love, respect, and mutual understanding."

The man laughs.

"What did I say that is making you laugh?"

"I have never seen a girl like you. You are very interesting."

"So tell me something about yourself."

"I am a closed door; it would be better if you didn't open it because you wouldn't like the truth inside."

I stare at him. There is something about this man that attracts me a lot, but it is important to control myself. I cannot think about a stranger about whom I do not know anything.

But there is a magnetic pull between us-a connection that I can't ignore. His eyes seem to see right through me, as if he knows all of my secrets without me even saying a word. I try to push aside the growing attraction, but it's impossible to resist.

I saw there was a fountain of water near the road. It was the courtyard of someone's house and we were passing by there. When I saw the water scattering, I could not stop myself and I started enjoying that fountain. That fountain of water was like rain and I found it very attractive, I started dancing under that water.

I called the stranger towards me with a gesture, and without wasting any time, his steps started moving towards me. Within some time, he was in front of me, and both of us were completely drenched with water. His eyes were fixed on me, and I looked into his eyes, where I saw an unknown emotion.

It was as if a spark had been ignited between us, a connection that I couldn't quite explain. The water from the fountain continued to pour down around us, creating a sense of intimacy in the midst of the storm. I couldn't look away from his piercing gaze, feeling a sense of both vulnerability and excitement in his presence. It was a moment I would never forget, a chance encounter that seemed to hold endless possibilities.

I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol or something else, but for a few moments I forgot all my stress, and the world around me disappeared for me as if it were just us two and no one else.

Our steps automatically started moving towards each other, and there was a time when we were so close to each other that it was difficult for even air to pass through. This stranger was driving me crazy.

His eyes were intense, locking onto mine with a magnetic force that I couldn't resist. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, igniting a fire within me that I had never experienced before. As we stood there, inches apart, the tension between us was palpable, sparking a wave of desire that I couldn't ignore. It was as if the universe had brought us together in that moment and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.

My eyes went towards his pink lips, and he was still staring at me. I was not able to take my eyes off him even if I wanted to. I don't know what magic this stranger had done. His gaze was intense, and I could feel my heart racing in response. The air between us seemed charged with electricity, and I found myself drawn closer to him without even realizing it.

His hand holds my waist and pulls me towards him. I want to stop, but I have no control over my body. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me. As he drew me closer, I could feel the heat of his body against mine, and the intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming. Despite my inner turmoil, I couldn't resist the pull of his gaze and the allure of his presence. In that moment, everything else faded away, and all I could focus on was the captivating stranger in front of me.

And the next moment, our lips were on each other. The world seemed to fade away as we were lost in that kiss, the sensation overwhelming me. His lips were soft and warm against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before-a rush of emotions and desires colliding in that one moment. And as we finally pulled away, my heart was racing and my mind was spinning, unsure of what had just happened but wanting more.

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Before we could say anything, we heard a whistle blowing. It must have been some security from this place, and we were standing on someone else's property without permission when I saw this man coming towards us.

Without thinking, I held the stranger's hand, and we ran from there. As we sprinted away, my heart raced with adrenaline, and I could feel the stranger's hand tightly gripping mine. We didn't stop running until we were safely out of sight, both of us gasping for breath. Looking back, I realized how foolish we had been to trespass on private property, but in that moment, all I could think about was escaping without getting caught.

I start laughing, and after a moment, he also joins me, and we start laughing.

"I have never had so much fun as today. I never thought that my last evening in Paris was going to be so memorable."

"I can make your every evening memorable."

"Well, you have made an evening memorable, and that is enough. Let's go somewhere and enjoy some beer. I am feeling very cold."

"It was you who said that your drink limit had been reached and you couldn't drink any more."

"I was just kidding; I saw a bar there."

I held the stranger's hand, and we started walking towards the bar. As we entered the cozy bar, the warmth enveloped us, and I felt a sense of contentment. We found a table in the corner and ordered our drinks, the stranger's hand still holding mine. The atmosphere was lively, with music playing in the background and people laughing and chatting. I couldn't believe how a chance encounter had led to such a fun and memorable evening in Paris.

You won't believe I didn't think you would be able to handle me. Do you know I don't have a boyfriend because of my childish behavior?

I was drunk, and I didn't know what I was saying to that stranger. Within a few hours, I became comfortable with him.

He was just listening to me and smiling, not taking his eyes off me even for a moment.

Eva was busy talking to him continuously, and she didn't realize that some eyes were staring at her with very strange eyes because her clothes were wet, due to which her body curves were clearly visible, and the men present in the bar were staring at her.

Unaware of the people's lustful glances, Eva was busy talking to the stranger, but the stranger had realized that they were looking at Eva, and he quickly took off his coat and put it on Eva.

Eva didn't pay attention to this and was busy drinking.

A man comes towards her and tries to touch her, but before he can touch Eva, the man points a gun at him, which EVA did not see, and the man steps back in fear.

The stranger's eyes were filled with rage, and he would not hesitate to kill anyone who tried to touch the girl he had accepted as his own.

The man quickly apologized and backed away, realizing he had made a grave mistake. Eva finally looked up from her drink, noticing the tense atmosphere around her. She turned to the stranger,

You kiss really well; please kiss me again.

Before she can say anything further, she faints and falls on the man's shoulder, having taken too much alcohol. The stranger smiles at her.

He lifts up Eva in his arms and exits the pub where his car was already parked; his mans constantly surrounding him without Eva's awareness.

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Next morning sunlight falls on Eva's face and she opens her eyes, she wanted to sleep a little more but she had to catch her flight too so she gets up, when she looks around she sees that this room was unfamiliar. , she was not in her hotel room and she realizes where she is and how did she get here? She removes the sheet and sees that she was still in her last night clothes.

"Thankfully I am not naked but what if he made me put on my clothes, did I really sleep with that stranger? I was drunk, but where is that man?"

Her eyes fall on the small table near the bed where a note was kept.

"Sorry, I have to go on some important work, I really enjoyed spending time with you and I hope we meet again. If you are not sore then we didn't do anything okay, You must have understood by looking at the clothes that you wore, that I didn't take advantage of your drunken state, as I said I wouldn't touch you without your permission, and I'm a man of my word."

Eva crushes the paper with her hand,

"To meet that liar again? , I should have understood that he was spending time with me by lying to me, and I foolishly fell for his words. I have to leave and anyway I have to go back and find another job."