Secretly Dating A Supermodel

Part 4

Lalisa Pranpriya Manoban POV

A satisfied smile spread across my lips as I headed to my room upstairs. My girlfriend's reaction? Absolutely priceless. You could clearly see the shock and annoyance on her face. Teasing her is my favorite pastime—my only way of showing affection, really.

Oh, have I introduced myself yet? I haven't, have I? Well, I'm the brat's—I mean Jennie's—girlfriend. Just scroll back up if you want to know my name. Most people call me Lisa or Lalisa. I used to act, but these days, I write scripts and stories. I'm also a director, though I haven’t gotten around to directing anything yet, for certain reasons.

Yes, the rumors are true. Jennie, the supermodel, is dating me, the CEO of Manoban Corp. Manoban stands for my last name ofcourse Hahaha. Just kidding.

As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I recalled what happened yesterday. It was her first kiss, and yes, I deliberately made sure I’d be the one to take it. Her lips tasted so sweet—maybe because of her lipstick? Either way, they’re utterly irresistible and addictive.

Honestly, I miss her lips. Ever since that kiss, I’ve been craving the taste of them. I can't stop wanting more.

Dating her three months ago was the happiest day of my life, she's my crush dude. Sure, she says it’s just because of her dad, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re dating and of course soon I want us to get married—and it’s real. I made sure of that.

I should probably sleep; I’ve got an early day tomorrow. A soft smile lingered on my face as I drifted off, thinking of her.

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The Next Morning

I woke up early—4:30 AM, to be exact—and went downstairs to cook breakfast. Even Nanay Tine wasn’t awake yet. I made sure to get up this early because I wanted to prepare something for my girlfriend. It wasn’t hard to guess her preferences, thanks to her social media posts.

It’s dangerous, though. Jen isn’t just famous; she’s a global supermodel. Everything about her life is scrutinized by the public, and the media can be ruthless. That’s why I secretly hired bodyguards to protect her. I won’t take any risks when it comes to her safety—she’s my girl, after all.

I couldn’t shake off the memory of her “dinner date” with that guy. Did she think I wouldn’t find out? My bodyguards report everything to me. My blood boiled when I saw him wiping the corner of her mouth. Seriously? She doesn’t even let me do that. Poor me.

By 5:20, I’d finished cooking. Right on cue, I heard her coming down the stairs. She was still half-asleep, yawning and scratching her head, her hair a mess, and dressed in her pajamas.

“Good morning!” I greeted her sweetly.

She froze mid-yawn, her eyes snapping open in surprise. Without a word, she bolted to the bathroom.

I frowned. What was that about?

A few minutes later, she emerged, her hair brushed and her face freshly washed.

“Good morning again. Let’s eat?” I said, repeating my invitation.

She looked at me, puzzled. “Why are you up so early? It’s still so early.”

“I made us breakfast. I wanted to eat with you—or eat you.” I muttered the last part under my breath, not bold enough to say it out loud.

“What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing. Let’s eat,” I replied with a grin.

She didn’t argue and sat down. I watched her closely as she ate, silently admiring her before she could put on her usual grumpy facade.

She’s truly stunning. It’s no surprise she’s a superstar—her face alone can captivate anyone. And she’s not just a pretty face; she’s incredibly talented.

Jen rose to fame through her modeling career. Her beauty is captivating, she's everyone's dream and she’s a phenomenal dancer too. I’ve seen her dance covers on social media, and let me tell you, she’s mesmerizing.

Right now, though, she’s taking a break from dancing and focusing on modeling. She's been friends with Kendall Jenner and some supermodel too. They been runway on Victoria secret fashion show. They all nailed it.

But honestly, for me, she was the best one who shined in that project. Her walk, the way she present her clothes damn so captivating.

“Stop staring at me and eat,” she suddenly said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I quickly filled my plate and started eating. We ate in silence, with me occasionally stealing glances at her.

“I’m done. Thanks for the food,” she said, standing up.

“Wait,” I said, grabbing her wrist.

She raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“You’re forgetting something,” I said with a smirk.

She frowned. “What?”

Standing up, I wrapped my arms around her waist. “This,” I said, pulling her into a hug.

Her body stiffened, clearly caught off guard. “I just wanted to say I’ll take you to work again today.”

I tightened my hold, wanting to feel her close. After a moment, I pulled back slightly, my hands still on her waist. “And this.”

I gently cupped her face and kissed her. Her lips were just as sweet and addictive as I remembered.

To my surprise, she kissed me back. My hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as our kiss deepened. She placed her hands around my neck, and I couldn’t help but lose myself in the moment.

I bit her lip, prompting her to open her mouth. Taking the chance, I slipped my tongue in, savoring the taste of her. A soft moan escaped her lips as our breathing grew heavier.

I trailed kisses down her neck, gently biting and marking her.

“oh my gosh!”

The sound of Nanay Tine's shocked voice made us both freeze. Jennie immediately pushed me away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“I-I didn’t see anything! Continue, children. I’ll come back later,” Nanay Tine stammered before hurrying out.

When I turned to Jen, she slapped me. “How dare you kiss me again! How many times do I have to tell you?!” she exclaimed, fuming.

“Relax, love. I just had my dessert. My coffee earlier wasn’t sweet enough,” I teased, grinning playfully.

Her eyes widened in outrage. “You!” she screamed, grabbing a pair of scissors.

I bolted upstairs, laughing. “Come back here, you pervert! I’m going to kill you!” she shouted, chasing after me.

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