Your My Obsession Billionaire

"Thank you for coming to my engagement party, Arthur." Regan walked to the balcony to greet his best friend, Arthur, a man who looked cold without a hint of a smile.

"No problem; congratulations on your engagement." Arthur, who was currently standing on the balcony holding a glass of champagne,

He didn't like attending events like this. Arthur didn't like crowds that were only filled with fake people, but he couldn't refuse the invitation of his best friend, Regan, his business partner, and one of his best friends.

Among the crowd, Arthur's gaze centered on the woman who had captured his attention. The young woman, wearing a red satin dress, sat at one of the tables with a confused look on her face. Arthur found a point that he thought could relieve boredom, where he was more interested in looking at the woman, even from a distance.

Valerie, on the other hand, was at a loss as to what to look like at their CEO's engagement ceremony. To be honest, it was Valerie's first time attending such a big event; she was just an ordinary employee and not one of the rich people with high titles.

Valerie shifted her gaze, trying to find a view that might, just might, relieve some of her nerves. Her gaze looked up, right above the balcony. Valerie, the man in the black suit and bow tie, had a handsome face with sharp eyes, and damn it, the man was also staring at her. His big posture, like a model even, and his face hypnotized Valerie to keep looking continuously. After realizing this, Valerie again broke eye contact.

Her heart was beating so fast that she felt scared. What if the man was a criminal? Or maybe a hitman like in the novels she often read-it was so scary that, suddenly, there was a tap on Valerie's shoulder, making her body spontaneously surprised that the culprit was Clara, who was also a colleague in the office.

''Gosh, you're this!" Valerie caught her breath.

''What's wrong with you, Valerie?'' Clara sat beside Valerie, looking at her best friend, who was a little strange as if there was an obvious fear there.

''Nothing. Can we go home already, Clara?'' Valerie didn't want to talk about the man she had just seen.

How many minutes ago? Whether the man was still there or not, Valerie was eager to see him again, but she was also afraid.

''Can it wait a few more minutes? We have to say goodbye to Mr. Regan.'' Clara drank the food prepared by the waiter.

''Do you want a drink? I haven't seen you eat anything for a while.

''Yeah, please get me a drink.'' Valerie wanted to slightly moisten her throat, which was already very dry. Clara immediately called out to the waiter, who walked over with a tray of various drinks. Clara hand-picked up a glass of orange juice for Valerie, who never drinks alcohol, and a glass of whiskey for herself.

Clara placed the two glasses on the table, and before Clara could say anything, Valerie had already drunk her glass of champagne. She felt a burning sensation in her throat and a slightly strange taste.

''What is this strange drink?" Valerie said to herself.

''Gosh, Valerie, that's my drink!'' Clara couldn't believe Valerie was drinking whiskey like she was drinking water.

''What is this drink, Clara?" Valerie felt hot in her stomach and a little dizzy now.

"It's Whiskey... Are you okay?" Clara panicked, afraid that Valerie was drunk.

"I'm fine. No need to worry; I need to go to the toilet for a while." Valerie turned bolder and bolder.

"Do you want me to accompany Valerie?"

"It's okay, Clara. I can manage on my own," Valerie said with a small smile before her footsteps left Clara.

As Valerie walked through the crowd, she looked confused as to where the restrooms were in this huge room, and she didn't know who else to ask.

But...

Her body collided with a big, tall man. Valerie didn't dare to raise her head other than to stare at the man's expensive loafers.

"Are you looking for something, Valerie? Valerie raised her head to look at the man who knew her name.

Like magic, Valentine fell in love with his ocean-blue eyes, brownish hair, and beautifully embroidered lips.

"Isn't he the man I saw on the balcony?" Valerie said to herself.

Arthur pulled on Valerie's waist when he saw the waiter who brought the tray almost bump into Valerie's body. Valerie was surprised by what the man in front of her was doing-his body was now so close that Valerie could smell the strong perfume of the expensive suit he was wearing.

Valerie tried to break free from the man's embrace. But Arthur did not want to remove his hands from Valerie's waist; he had never felt the need to have something like this moment. Being close to Valerie made him feel like he had to have her at all costs.

"How about you become mine, Valerie?"

The blue-eyed man's words were difficult for Valerie to understand; her head was getting dizzy.

"What do you mean I don't understand? And please let me go." Valerie fainted in Arthur's arms, making the man panic and lift Valerie's body bride-style.

"Regan, where is your living room?" Arthur walked over to Regan, who was still talking to the company owners.

"What's wrong?" Regan saw her best friend Arthur coming in with the woman Arthur had just asked her name about, who was now in his arms.

"She fainted?"

"Just take her upstairs, where there's an empty guest room." Arthur quickly carried the woman's petite body to Regan's room.

He placed Valerie's body on the bed. Arthur didn't know what to do, but he was certain that Valerie had only fainted because he had checked Valerie's pulse earlier. Arthur just watched Valerie's face sleep peacefully-a beautiful face and lips that were so tempting he wanted to give them a quick peck. But he was not an asshole, taking advantage when she was unconscious.

Arthur covered Valerie's body with a blanket; he didn't want her to get sick just because. Wearing a dress that was made of thin material for Arthur.

''I'm very interested in you, Valerie." Arthur moved the hair that was covering Valerie's face.

***

Valerie woke up and opened her eyes. "Where am I?" Valerie looked confused as she found herself in a large and grand room, holding her head, which still felt dizzy.

"Are you awake?" A heavy and hoarse voice made Valerie look at the cold man's face, who was seen coming out of one room with a towel and wet hair.

"Argh!" Valerie screamed and immediately pulled back the covers, making sure nothing untoward happened. Valerie breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was still wearing his party clothes from last night.

"Don't worry, I didn't touch you at all." Arthur put on his new shirt-he had to leave for work this morning. For Valerie's sake, he chose to stay at Regan's house because it was impossible to bring her to his. Valerie remembered what happened to her last night, making her feel ashamed of herself.

"Thank you." That was all Valerie could say; she didn't know what else to say because she was the guilty one there.

"Get up and change your clothes." Regan's driver will take you home." Arthur didn't seem to care and went out first, leaving Valerie, who was still not fully awake.

Valerie finally arrived at her small rented house. She laid down on the mattress, which was only as big as her body. Valerie was very embarrassed when she remembered the events of the past few hours.

"Death to me, God, what if I get fired?" Valerie said in her heart:

***

Suddenly, Valerie's cell phone rang loudly, startling her, who was daydreaming about her fate. Valerie saw the name of her best friend, Clara, calling. Valerie forgot to tell Clara that the woman must be looking for her.

"Hello."

"Valerie, where were you last night?" Clara yelled at her, so Valerie had to put her phone down a little.

"I'm sorry, Clara. I went home first last night." Valerie lied again because there was no way she was telling me what happened last night.

"And what's wrong with you? Why aren't you in the office?" Clara was like a sister to Valerie.

Having a chatty friend like Clara made Valerie feel like there was still someone who cared about her in this world.

"I'm fine. It's just that because of the whiskey last night, I'm a little dizzy this morning."

"Have you taken any painkillers? I'm sorry for telling you so late. After work, I'll come to your apartment."

"Yes, thank you, Clara." Valerie exhaled loudly today, her mind raging with the fate of her job.

"Well, rest up and see you, Valerie."

"Bye Clara." Valerie turned off the phone and placed her cell phone on the nightstand.

She lay down and stared at the ceiling of her room. Imagining the face of the man, named Arthur, swirled around in Valerie's mind even though she could not meet him in person. But Arthur had kindly sent a servant to deliver clothes and food.

Before leaving, Valerie asked the servant what the name of the man with the cold blue eyes was. The waiter said that the man's name was Arthur Davidson, a beautiful name that matched his handsome face.

Valerie wondered what it would be like if she had a boyfriend as handsome as Arthur; just imagining it made her body run hot and cold. Arthur's piercing gaze and charm made Valerie fall in love, but she had to put her dreams to rest because there was no way an ordinary woman like her could be loved by a wealthy man like Arthur Davidson.

"You're going back to France already?" Regan looked at Arthur, who was sitting on the sofa not far from her desk.

"Yeah, I'll be back soon, but I have one favor to ask you." Arthur had been thinking about this for a while.

"What do you want from me? A car?" Regan took off he glasses to look seriously at he best friend.

"Give me one of your employees," Arthur said, casually picking up the tea cup and drinking it.

"Which one do you want? Of course, easy request." Regan couldn't help but grant he best friend's first wish.

"Valerie. I want her to be my secretary."

"Valerie is the woman who stayed at my house last night," Regan asked again to make sure she hadn't misheard Arthur's words.

"Yeah, that woman... Is it that hard to grant?"

"Of course not! It's just that why should Valerie be that woman? It's too simple... I can find you a hotter and equally beautiful woman." Regan wasn't sure he best friend would change he tastes.

"I don't want another woman! I just want Valerie to send her to my company at any cost." Arthur took another firm stance.

"Well, as soon as possible, I'll take care of Valerie's move to your office."

"Thank you." Arthur's lips, for the first time, uttered forbidden words like thank you." He had never done that in his life, but this was the first time, for the sake of having a woman named Valerie.

The next day, Valerie was ready in her simple office clothes. Dressed to the nines, she left for the office by bus. She traveled on foot to get to the bus stop, where the bus he often rode would pass.

After getting on the bus, Valerie immediately took a seat in one of the window seats. She put both handsets to her ears and played a playlist of slow songs while enjoying her journey to the office, which was something Valerie often did to accompany her.

She was just a poor Valerie, born to a mother who did not consider her existence. Valerie's mother was a famous model, and her face often graced fashion and adult magazines. Who doesn't know 'Veronica Jonson"? Yap, that fact is always kept secret by Valerie, although she can't hide that her face also has the same side as her mother's.

Valerie finally arrived at the big office where she had been working, and her mother still gave her money to make a living. But Valerie never wanted to use it.

His feet walked into the glass doors that swirled with all the great people who graced this great company. Valerie was lucky to be chosen to be a part of this. Valerie put her ID on the sensor that would detect her entry; she waited in front of the elevator with other employees. If you ask where Valerie works, as she is one of the product development employees, the products sold are interior products.

The elevator doors open. Valerie rushes to get in, her body getting pushed because of the many employees who also join. This is Valerie's fate; he always dreamed of being able to enter a special elevator for officials, where the elevator can only be filled with a maximum of 2–3 people.

Finally arriving at her office, Valerie placed his bag on his desk and started to turn on the computer, which was displaying the design of a new product.

"Valerie?" A woman approached Valerie.

''Yes." Valerie turned her chair and saw that Mr. Regan's secretary had come to see her. Valerie immediately stood up and slightly bowed her body to salute before looking back at the other person.

"Mr. Regan is calling for you to come as soon as possible, okay?"

"Yes, sir." Valerie bowed once again. After Mr. Regan's secretary left, Valerie tried to regulate her heartbeat because he was afraid that Mr. Regan would fire him.

"How is this? What should I do?" Valerie sat back down and tapped her fingers on the table.

After feeling calmer, Valerie walked to the room where the CEO was-the first time she was face-to-face with Mr. Regan.

"Come in."

"Sorry sir, I'm Valerie... Why did you call me?" Valerie sat down, not daring to look directly at her boss.

"Sit down, Valerie; I have something to say." Valerie sat on the chair opposite Mr. Regan, and immediately Valerie's hands trembled. Her was ready if he had to lose his job.

"The reason I called you here is that you will be transferred to another company." Mr. Regan's words made Valerie raise her head. She breathed a little relief that her was not fired, but why was he transferred?

"You will be transferred to a company in France."

Valerie still couldn't believe her was being transferred to France. And she was leaving her home in Chicago; she didn't have much with her, just a small suitcase filled with work clothes and a few necessities. Valerie planned to leave some of her belongings with the owner of the flat she was renting. Whether or not she would return one day, Valerie would ask to be sent her things if she planned to stay in France for a long time. Valerie's door opened, and she already knew who was coming, if not her best friend Clara.

"Are you leaving already?" Clara came and immediately hugged Valerie's well-dressed body.

"Yeah, my plane will take off in the next hour. Goodbye, Clara... Don't forget to take care of your health." Valerie hugged Clara's body, the only friend her had.

"Take care of yourself, Valerie; let me take you to the airport." Clara took Valerie's suitcase and led her out of the flat.

Before leaving, Valerie had time to say goodbye to the owner of the flat she had rented. Valerie gazed once again at the old building, which had felt comfortable for her for the past 8 years.

******

"Call me when you get to France... Remember, you can't forget me, your best friend." Valerie laughed as she saw the look on Clara's face. She was always joking, but now she was looking serious with her words.

"Don't get married without me, Clara... You must remember that I am obliged to select your future husband." Valerie gave one last hug before she waved her hand.

It had been a long journey for Valerie. How could a poor woman like her be able to travel abroad, even just to enjoy a glass of wine? Valerie had to think several times about using her salary money. Living in Chicago by herself was very difficult; she had to eat rough and had to set aside money for transportation and the flat rent that had to be paid every month, not to mention my urgent needs.

Valerie's getting a business-class airplane ticket made her even more surprised. He thought Mr. Regan was paying him an economy-class ticket, but her was wrong! Her was even more embarrassed when her found out that Valerie was sitting in economy class, even though it was written on the plane ticket for business class.

"It feels like a dream." Valerie sat in a soft airplane seat filled with only a few people who must be rich.

The flight attendant came to serve a very luxurious meal, and this time Valerie felt very sorry to enjoy a piece of meat that looked beautiful on a golden plate. There were even many kinds of forks, knives, and other cutlery on the side. The flight attendant also poured wine into the glass in front of Valerie.

"Would you like me to play a movie?" The flight attendant asked Valerie again, making Valerie feel a little nervous.

"Sure." The slight nervousness that overcame Valerie made her tone a brick.

The flight attendant turned on the LCD screens attached to the front of the seats in each business class seat. Valerie's eyes focused on the woman who became the display model of the airline advertisement she was now riding, Veronica, her mother. Valerie's hand immediately gripped the fork in her hand tightly; fortunately, it was only an advertisement that quickly changed to a romance movie that she did not know the title of.

After traveling for several hours, Valerie finally arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport. She looked around to find someone who would pick her up. Valerie looked at the clock on her wrist and walked over to sit in one of the available seats. Valerie was afraid she would get lost because she had never been to Paris before until a man in his 40s approached her.

"Is your name Valerie Ashley? I am Depson, in charge of picking you up." The old man greeted Valerie.

"Yeah. I'm Valerie from Chicago." Valerie stood up as the man led her toward the luxury car that was parked at the airport exit.

"Please, miss, I will take you to the apartment." Valerie nodded and got in the back seat like a big lady; she didn't have to bother with her luggage.

During the trip, Valerie was hypnotized by the beauty of Paris, which is a must-visit destination if you have the money. Valerie is one of the lucky people who can come to this city.

But he thought again that hee would be transferred to one of the companies in Paris, but her didn't know what the work would be like here. And as Mr. Regan said, Valerie was no longer under Mr. Regan's leadership but under another boss.

When looking at the city of Paris, Valerie even remembers the face of the man of the week. Always ruining her day, that handsome face always makes Valerie fantasize about that man. In fact, by just imagining Valerie's body, it can't be invited to work together, let alone if she is close to that man.

The car carrying her stopped in front of an elite apartment complex.

"Is it possible that I will live here?" Valerie said to herself.

"Miss, we have arrived at your apartment; let's go in." Depson opened the door for Valerie. Valerie looked at the apartment building up close. The design was dominated by a lot of glass, and there was one beautiful balcony protruding to the front, which was a very beautiful golf course.

"Miss, come in." Depson pressed the numeric password on the door until it clicked. Valerie, who was behind Depson, just watched, admiring the beauty inside, filled with luxurious and modern furniture.

"This apartment will be your residence." Miss, your door password is "260487." "You can have a tour of the apartment tomorrow... I will take you to the company where you will be working. I hope you will not be late because the master does not like undisciplined and neat people. Please do not dress too sexy." Valerie nodded at Depson's explanation. Depson left a business card with his number on it.

After that, Depson left her alone in this spacious apartment.

Valerie walked into the pantry, which was very cool because it was dominated by expensive black marble. Valerie's hand opened the door of the two-door refrigerator. To see if there was any water left for her or not. She was even more surprised to find various types of water in glass bottles lined up on the wall of the refrigerator door. All the groceries were there, as well as various kinds of cakes.

"Wow, this is heaven." Valerie saw a lot of fruit filling the other door. Valerie couldn't believe she was getting this kind of treatment, and when she met her boss, she would thank him profusely.

"I hope him a good man and not an old man." Valerie opened the lid of the mineral water bottle and gulped it down, hoping that this was the best life she had chosen.