Billionaire's Queen

Nine

Jiyong stopped his car in front of a building that looks like a warehouse. He discreetly went inside without anyone seeing him. He stood in the darkest back area quietly and observe.

"Ok. Done" the photographer finally said. He went to the back table where his associates are sitting at. "Man I'm so tired now. Let's take an hour break then let's pack up."

"Boss. There's still Dara. She's been waiting." one of the assistants said.

"Do I look like I care?" the photographer sarcastically said. "Just tell her to go home and that we have enough models to cover the needs for the magazine. Plus, she's a nobody anyways. She is probably a newbie and won't take it to heart."

Upon hearing this Jiyong felt angry building up in him. He continued to observe quietly.

"What do you mean that she is not needed anymore. You should have told us a while ago instead of making us wait. We waited for the whole afternoon and evening just sitting here while she patiently waits." Chaerin was saying as she felt anger towards the photographer.

Dara just calmly touched her arm and faced the photographer with a stoic expression. "It would have been fine for us to leave sooner if you have told us earlier with no complaint. But as you purposely made us wait up to the last minute seems to be unfair don't you think?"

"You...who do you think you are?  You haven't even proven yourself to this industry and you dare talk to me like that? Do you even know who I am? I  am not just a photographer. I am one of the top photographers in this country. I hold your future in the palm of my hands. You see, I can either make you successful or I can break you." he then walked closer to Dara and whispered in her ears. "Now if you want to become famous I can certainly help you. You got me?"

Jiyong was standing too close in the dark and he can just make out what that bastard of a photographer said to his wife. His eyes and ears heated up as he tries to control himself by closing his fist tight. He can see how his wife tried so hard to control her anger as she also made a fist.

The photographer tried to touch her face but she didn't let him by moving her face to the side. He just laughed like a psycho and he repeated what he said. "Let me know and I can make it happen." then stared at her body with lust in his eyes.

Jiyong has witnessed all this first hand and to his wife. He is known as a man who has no mercy to people who deserve it. He mentally noted to make it his mission to punish those kinds of people who abuse their power. To make sure that his wife and her assistant are safe. He quietly waited in his car outside for a bit for his wife and her assistant to get into the car and drove off. He then followed them from a distance and had contacted Seungri to do something for him in regards to the photographer.

Jiyong got home before his wife did. He saw them entering the gasoline station and so he decided to go straight home. As soon as he gets home he went straight to the kitchen to prepare a chicken noodle soup and toasted bread for his wife.

Dara opened the door with the key code that Jiyong gave her earlier. She felt so drained after all the events that transpired today. She was about to go upstairs when Jiyong's voice echoed in her ears. "Where do you think you're going?"

Shocked that her husband is still awake and wearing an apron while leaning his left shoulder against the pillar which by the way looks good on him she thought to herself. She didn't realize that she was gawking at him until he chuckled and pretended to cough making her jump awkwardly. She absentmindedly pressed her lips together as she pretends to look around but him. "Uhmmm...I was just about to go upstairs." she could feel the hotness on her cheeks as she turned beet red. Jiyong noticed her reaction as he smirked to himself.

Trying to control his laughter to his wife's cuteness he then said. "C'mon." then he suddenly grabbed her hand and the bag that she was carrying and led her back to the kitchen.
Dara could only be stunned.

"Sit over here." as he gently pushed her down on the stool after placing the bag on the other stool facing the stove.
Dara was still stunned and could not say anything as she watches him scooped the soup from the pot into the bowl and placed the toasted bread on a small plate.

Jiyong is aware that she's watching his every move but could only grin to himself. This is the first time that he is doing this other than to himself. He is so used to living alone and that even his household maids only show up to clean his house five times a week during the day. He does all the cooking himself he prefers it that way. This is something that he enjoys doing though he never cooks for anyone else before. But it seems like that it is going to change from now on and for some reason, he is looking forward to it. He then went around the counter to where his wife is sitting and place the bowl of soup and bread in front of her.

Dara dumbfounded looked at him. Jiyong urged her to eat as he sat down next to her. Dara withered and was about to decline but Jiyong gave her a "nope you are going to eat whether you like it or not." look. Dara then picked up the spoon and scooped the hot soup and brought it to her mouth without blowing on it first. Jiyong saw this and immediately stopped her. He then took the spoon from her as he blew on it before trying to feed her. Dara automatically moved away but Jiyong glared at her. She awkwardly and slowly moved back and opened her mouth to take the soup that he is offering. Her eyes widened in awe at how delicious the soup taste. This made Jiyong happy. He was about to scoop another and continue feeding her but Dara suddenly.

"I-i can feed myself." she immediately took the spoon from him and started eating. Jiyong smirked as he allowed her to feed herself. There was obviously an awkwardness between them but Jiyong didn't mind at all.

"Do you normally finished your photoshoot this late?" he started a conversation with a question.

Dara froze a bit. "It just all depends on the photographer and how much does the company need to meet their needs.

Jiyong was taking mental note of this. "How long have you been a model?" Dara can tell that Jiyong may not be familiar with her, maybe because of her name.

Dara cleared her throat before responding to him. "S-since eight years ago." Jiyong was shocked upon hearing this and would like to know more.

"How old were you then?" he can not help but ask.

Dara pressed her lips together as she answers "S-seventeen." now this made Jiyong's eyes widened in shock.