Secretly Dating A Supermodel

Part 5

Jennie Ruby Jane Kim POV

I stomped my feet, frustrated that I couldn’t catch up with that nuisance. Angrily, I ran my fingers through my hair.

“She’s really crossing the line! I can’t tolerate this anymore. I need to think of a plan.”

For now, I’ll focus on getting ready. I need to head to the studio to record for my song. Yes I'm going to have my own song. Ofcourse I'm multi talented, I can act, model, dance and sing. This is my first song to share with the world. My production team and I have been working on it for four months now. That’s why the fans were so excited when I announced that I'm making a song and full album was on its way.

Only a few more songs need some polishing and enhancements. After that, it’ll be ready for release.

I moved quickly, determined not to cross paths with the destroyer of my peace. Wasn’t she the one who said she’d take me to work?

I hurried to my car and started the engine. I can drive, after all. Though I usually call my driver when the studio or shooting location is too far away—I don’t want to be exhausted from both work and driving. But today’s agenda is just recording, so I decided to bring my car. It’s close by, and I won’t stay out late.

My schedule starts at 8:00 AM, but I always make it a point to move early. Being late isn’t professional or ethical. It’s only 7:00 AM, so I have time to grab a drink at Starbucks. I already had breakfast, but I’m craving something sweet and a drink. If I want it, I’ll get it.

As I drove, I spotted the Starbucks drive-thru, and luckily, the line wasn’t long.

“Welcome to Starbucks! May I take your order?”

I glanced at the menu and noticed a new flavor. Might as well try it.

“Hi! Can I get a Blackpink Strawberry Choco Cream Frappuccino? And one chocolate chip cookie, please.”

“Got it. Is that all, ma’am?”

“Yup, that’s it. Thank you!”

“That’ll be ₱565. Please proceed to the first window. Thank you!”

This drink better be good—the price is steep at ₱475. But it’s fine; I can afford it.

When I rolled down my window to pay, the cashier gasped.

“Oh my gosh, Ms. Kim!” she squealed, staring at me in awe.

I smiled inwardly. Of course, I’m famous and stunning—who wouldn’t be starstruck?

“Ms. Kim, can I take a picture with you? I’m such a big fan!”

I gave her my sweetest smile. “Sure, sweetie.” I even winked, which almost made her faint from excitement.

She quickly turned to grab her phone, and we took a picture. She couldn’t stop thanking me.

After paying for my order, I moved to the next window, where the barista was just as stunned. Am I that breathtaking? I should come here more often.

They also asked for a photo and an autograph. How could I say no? These are my fans, and without them, my work wouldn’t be successful.

It seemed like a commotion broke out inside as more employees rushed to see me. Well, what can I say? I’m gorgeous.

After thanking them and receiving my order, I parked outside to try the new drink.

It was still 7:30 AM, so I had time to enjoy it. But I couldn’t drink too much—I had to warm up my voice for recording.

When I took a sip, I grimaced. It tasted like medicine!

Why does it taste like this? Definitely not worth the price. I tried mixing it, hoping it would taste better, but no luck—it was still terrible.

Frustrated, I gave up on the drink and devoured the cookie instead. Unlike the drink, it tasted heavenly.

I arrived at the studio just in time at 8:00 AM.

“Jen, you’re right on time. Let’s start vocalizing. The producers are waiting,” my manager said.

I nodded and headed inside.

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“Great work, team! Your voice is amazing, Jen. —it fits perfectly with every track,” the producer praised as we wrapped up recording.

I smiled. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without all of you.”

Producers and engineers are the real heroes—they arrange the notes, add reverb, harmonies, and instrumentals. They make the songs beautiful, and I always make sure to credit them during concerts and interviews.

“We’re done! We’ll just wait for the official release date. I’m sure this album will be hit.”

I nodded confidently. “I’m sure it will be. Thanks again, everyone! I’ll head home now.”

As I walked to the parking lot, I noticed a familiar figure talking to someone—a brunette woman.

“Lalisa?” I muttered.

What’s she doing here?

She was standing close to the woman, who was laughing and even playfully hitting her arm. I clenched my fists unconsciously. Was she flirting?

I decided to approach them. As I got closer, I cleared my throat, causing them to stop talking.

Lisa looked startled and quickly removed the woman’s hand from her shoulder.

“J-jen, I-I can explain—”

“Fancy seeing you here, Ms. Manoban” I interrupted.

She looked confused, but I widened my eyes at her, signaling her to play along. She got the message and nodded.

“U-uh, nice to see you too, Ms. Kim,” she said awkwardly.

I raised an eyebrow. “May I ask what you’re doing here, Ms. Manoban?”

She scratched her neck nervously. “Just waiting for someone. I have an appointment.”

Before I could reply, the other woman butted in. “Excuse me, miss. Can’t you see I’m still talking to my cutie pie?”

Cutie pie? Gross. What a flirt.

I gave her a cold look. “Excuse me, Ms. Whoever-You-Are. Ms. Manoban and I have business to discuss. Now, if you’ll excuse us—goodbye, pest.”

I whispered the last word to avoid creating a scene.

Without waiting for Lisa, I turned and walked away.

“Thank you for your time, miss. I need to go,” I heard Lisa say before she rushed after me.

I rolled my eyes. What a giant flirt!

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