Secretly Dating A Supermodel

Part 3

Jennie Ruby Jane Kim POV

I leaned back on the chair, exhausted. I'm currently in my dressing room, having just finished a photo shoot for a brand.

After our rehearsal  shoot earlier, my manager immediately informed me we had a photo shoot scheduled. She had forgotten to tell me earlier since she only found out late.

It's been a long day—utterly exhausting. I can't even complain because, first of all, I chose this career; I love this path.

But sometimes, I can’t help but wonder—what if I chose another path? What if I didn’t become an artist? Would I be happy? Would my life be quieter? Would I finally be able to do things without someone always watching? Would I be free?

Whether I admit it or not, I’m getting tired of the life I chose. I also want peace—a life where no one constantly follows me. A life where I can hang out with someone without sparking rumors. A life where I can date anyone I like without controversy.

I guess it’s inevitable to lose your freedom when you enter this kind of industry.

My thoughts were interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. It was my manager.

“Hey, Jen, sorry for interrupting you again. I know you’ve had a busy day, but I forgot to tell you—you have a dinner date with GD” she said apologetically.

I sighed and rubbed my temples. “Can’t we move it to another day? I’m not in the mood, and besides, I’m tired. I just want to lie down in bed.”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t cancel. The agency wants this PR stunt to divert attention away from your recent issue and to gain more support for the brand you guys endorsing”

I had no choice but to agree. Maybe it’s for the best, to make people believe the rumors aren’t true.

I nodded. “Okay, I’ll change first. Wait for me in the car.”

She nodded and left. I stood and changed into more appropriate clothes. I didn’t want to overdress—after all, it wasn’t a VIP meeting.

But then again, I needed to look presentable. Even in casual clothes, it had to be classy. Who knows, I might end up in the headlines—not for my beauty but for a bad outfit.

Tsk, tsk! Whatever I wear, I still look stunning. Hair flip.

“Hi! I’m glad you came. Take a seat, let’s eat. I already ordered—I was starving while waiting for you,” GD said with a sheepish smile.

I secretly rolled my eyes. It didn’t suit him. “It’s fine,” I said with a fake smile.

Meet Kwon Ji-yong or GD, my male model partner in Chanel photoshoot, they want us to have a moment because we're both ambassador of the same brand. And no, I don’t like him. Why?

First, he’s not a gentleman. He didn’t even pull out a chair for me. Second, a grown man waits for his date before ordering, no matter how long it takes. What if I didn’t like what he ordered? Impractical, right?

Third, and the most annoying—he acts like he’s so handsome when he’s just average. Kidding. I don’t base things solely on looks, but let’s be real—his body not really a type to die on, and his arrogant attitude and I don't know why chanel get him as ambassador since he's fashion is not the best as me.

Girl, he doesn't even know how to post like a fucking supermodel . Without me the photoshoot will be nothing.

Also, did you know? He wears the same clothes four times a week. I doubted if ever chanel give him the best dress. Either he has a limited wardrobe, or he just doesn’t do laundry.

I’m not dragging him down, okay? I’m just stating facts.

Honestly, he wouldn’t even be famous if it weren’t for me. I still don’t understand why they partnered him with someone like me—a skilled model, a supermodel. He doesn’t even measure up to my little finger.
I'm the highest paid model around the world, I pass Kendall Jenner already. 

Anyway, enough about him. I’m the star here, not him.

I should probably start eating so I can go home and rest.

I was minding my own business when GD suddenly spoke. “Uhh… h-hey, Jen. My manager texted me that we should act like a couple.” He scratched his head nervously.

I frowned. “Isn’t having dinner with you enough?”

I already agreed to this dinner for their sake, and now they want more? What if my girlfriend saw this—wait, why would I even care about her reaction? Ours is just a stupid relationship; she has no right to meddle in my life.

Right. I shouldn’t think about her. This is my life. She’s just a big nuisance.

“W-well, that’s just what they said,” he stammered, scratching his head again.

There was even dirt on the corner of his mouth.

I sighed and grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. I heard someone gasp.

I smirked. That should be enough. I’m sure someone took a picture. Look at him—he’s still in shock.

I cleared my throat. “I’m done eating. I’m leaving now. Thanks for the treat. Take care.”

I stood up and put on my sunglasses. Yes, it’s nighttime, but I’m famous—you know, gotta keep the swag. Duh!

I arrived home at 11 PM. I don’t know why I was nervous—probably just the exhaustion.

I carefully opened the front door, making sure my keys and the door didn’t make any noise.

I sighed in relief when I saw all the lights off. She’s probably asleep.

I was about to put my coat on the couch when the lights suddenly turned on.

“Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?” a cold voice said.

“I waited for so long at one of your shooting locations! I went home, and you were still not there!”

I slowly stepped back as she approached me.

“S-stay where you a-are!” I stuttered. I tried to make my voice firm, but I failed. I’m decent at acting—so why can’t I act now?

Why am I nervous? Why is my heart racing?

“Answer me, or are you going to answer me?” Isn’t that the same thing?

I gulped and straightened my posture. I shouldn’t be scared. Who is she to intimidate me?

I am the great Jennie Ruby Jane Kim—I fear no one.

I crossed my arms. “Why would I? And why does it matter to you where I’ve been? This is my life. Who are you to manage it?”

Her eyes darkened, and suddenly, my walls crumbled.

She cornered me, grabbed my waist, and pinned me against the wall.

“Who am I? I’m your girlfriend, darling. And you are mine. I don’t like seeing my girlfriend having dinner with other men.”

She leaned closer to my ear.

“Even if it’s just a PR stunt, I don’t want you wiping another man’s lips. You’re only allowed to wipe mine. Understood?”

I gulped. My body felt hot.

“Answer me, darling.”

Am I hypnotized?

I nodded. I couldn’t find my voice.

She smirked and stepped away.

“Good. Go to sleep. Good night, darling. Dream of me,” she said before disappearing into her room.

I stood frozen for a few minutes.

I don’t want to feel that again! Why was I like this? I’m not weak. Ugh! I’ll get back at her somehow.

Share some of your thoughts guys.

:))