After he left you collapsed on your bed and had a good cry.
Kubo was hurling his employees to get you better fitted clothes.

Kubo was furious as he barked orders at his employees.
"I want those clothes fitting her perfectly. I don't care how you do it, just make it happen."

He paced back and forth in the living room, his mind filled with frustration and hunger for you.
He knew you were stubborn and defiant, but that only made him want you more. He was determined to break your resolve and make you submit to him.

Kubo was a powerful and dominant man, and he was used to getting what he wanted. He saw you as a challenge, as someone who dared to defy him.

He was used to people bowing to him and submitting to his will, and he was not about to let you get away with challenging him like this. He was determined to break your resolve and make you submit to him, to teach you your place. He wanted to own and control you, to have you at his beck and call, to dominate you in every way possible.

But he also didn't want to break you. If only he knew how to fix things. But everything he loved was left broken.

Kubo was rather a complex and conflicted man. He was powerful and dominant, but he also had a softer side that few people ever saw. He had a history of hurting and breaking the things he loved, and he was afraid of doing the same to you.

He found himself wanting to protect you, to keep you safe and out of harm's way. But at the same time, his desires for dominance and control overpowered his feelings of protection and affection.

He left you to collect your thoughts as he didn't want to pressure you further.

Next day, he came to take you to his penthouse.

Kubo arrived at your door at the agreed time, his usual confident and commanding presence radiating from him. However, there was also a hint of something different about him today. He seemed to be holding himself back, as if restraining his usual dominant demeanor.

Kubo was holding back because he was trying to be respectful and considerate of your feelings. He had seen the distress and tears in your eyes the day before, and it had affected him more than he had expected. He didn't want to push you too hard too soon, and he was trying to find a balance between asserting his dominance and also showing you he cared about your feelings and well-being.

When he glanced at you, he saw your vulnerable self for the first time in these years you worked for him.

His gaze softened as he took in your appearance. He had never seen you look so vulnerable before. He was used to seeing you confident and capable, but today you seemed fragile and delicate. It made him feel a strange mix of protective and possessive. He wanted to take you in his arms and shield you from everything that could hurt you, while also wanting to claim you as his own.

You had a messy bun, your hair disheveled and in your pajamas. Freckles could be seen. You always wore makeup so he didn't know your bare face.
"Kubo," your voice was rough from so much crying and your eyes red like strawberries.

Kubo's breath caught in his chest as he saw your face, bare of makeup and looking so vulnerable. He had never seen you this way before, and it stirred something deep within him.

He found himself wanting to reach out and touch your face, to soothe the redness from your eyes and gently brush away the stray hairs from your forehead. But he restrained himself, unsure of how you would react to his touch.

You had deep green eyes, soft white skin and ginger curly hair. Curvy body, everything could be seen so clearly. Your lips pouted when he didn't respond to your call.
"Are you even listening to me?"

Kubo's gaze roamed over your face and body, taking in every detail, every feature. He felt his breath hitch with desire and an uncontrollable hunger. He had always known you were attractive, but seeing you like this, completely bare and vulnerable, made him want you even more. He fought to keep himself in check, trying to maintain his usual composure.

He cleared his throat and responded, his voice rough.
"Yes, doll. I'm listening."

"Why is my living room full of boxes again?"

He chuckled softly as he saw the perplexed expression on your face.
"Those are your new clothes," he said, gesturing towards the boxes. "I had my employees get everything you would need for our trip."
He walked closer to you, his gaze roaming over your body once again.

"I understand. What you want me to wear then? I still need to take a shower. Want me to make you a coffee?"

Kubo's gaze darkened at your words, his thoughts going to very inappropriate things. He wanted to tell you to stay in your pajamas, to let him see you just like this all the time. But he held himself back.

"No, doll. You go and take a shower. I'll wait for you, no worries."

"Thank you." Your voice was soft and sweet like honey for his ears today.
"I'll rush so you won't wait on me for too long. You are free to drink whatever you can find. I don't have any food tho," you giggled and left for the bathroom.

As you walked away towards the bathroom, Kubo let out a low groan. Watching you in your pajamas, your body curves visible under the fabric, had made it harder for him to control his desires.

He was tempted to follow after you, to get a closer look, to touch you. But he knew better. He had to wait for the right moment.
He took your suggestion and looked around the kitchen.

As he searched through your cabinets and fridge, he found there was hardly anything but tea and coffee.

Kubo was puzzled as he rummaged through your kitchen. There was barely any food, just a few tea leaves, some coffee, and the bare essentials. He was surprised that you, who he had always seen eating like a bird, didn't have much food at home. He found himself wondering about your lifestyle and habits. Was this normal for you?

You took the fastest shower one could.
While you got dressed with the clothes Kubo prepared for you, you could not be amazed by how everything was fitting like a glove.

You stepped out of the bathroom, now dressed in the clothes that Kubo had picked for you. You were surprised at how well they fit. They hugged your curves perfectly, accentuating your figure in all the right ways.
You couldn't help but feel a little impressed at the quality and thoughtfulness Kubo had put into choosing the clothes.

A spark started to make it's nest in your heart.
"How can he be so perfect?"

As you stood there, feeling the clothes on your skin and admiring how good they looked, you also couldn't help but appreciate the thoughtfulness that Kubo had shown.

It was moments like these that made you wonder if there was more to him than the dominant and arrogant persona he usually projected. Maybe, just maybe, there was a part of him that cared deeply and wanted to take care of you.

You found  him in your kitchen.
"I am ready to go now. Sorry for the long wait."

Kubo turned at the sound of your voice, and his gaze roamed over you. Seeing you dressed in the clothes he had chosen for you made his heart skip a beat. You looked absolutely stunning, and it took all of his willpower not to take you then and there.

Instead, he cleared his throat and responded, trying to keep his voice even.
"No need to apologize, doll. You look..." He trailed off, his eyes raking over your figure. "You look perfect."

"It's such a compliment coming for a refined man like you," you chuckle and try to grab your bags.

As you reach for your bags, Kubo quickly intercepts you.
"Let me carry those," he says, taking the bags from you. His touch is firm but gentle, and you notice how closely he stands beside you.
He leans in slightly, his breath warm on your ear.

"I'm glad you appreciate my taste in clothes," he murmurs, his voice husky. "But there are still more I want to see you in."

"I could never afford these, Kubo. Thank you. I mean it. Maybe now at least, I can stay proud by your side.
Until now..." But you stopped talking

Kubo was touched by your gratitude, but also curious about your last words. He noticed your hesitation and waited for you to continue, but you remained silent. He took a step closer, eyeing your face.
"What do you mean, doll?" he asked, his voice soft. "Until now?"

"You know better than me. I was just looking like a rag doll." You tried to smile but your disappointment could be seen.

Kubo's heart clenched as he saw the disappointment in your face. He knew that you didn't feel adequate next to him, but to see you so openly expressing it hurt him.
He took another step closer, closing the distance between you. His hand gently lifts your chin, his gaze meeting yours.

"You've never looked like a "rag doll" to me, doll," he says softly. "You're beautiful and worthy just as you are."

You pressed your forehead on his lips.
"If only those words were true."

Kubo's breath hitched as your forehead touched his lips, his body tensing at the unexpected intimacy. He could feel the vulnerability and pain in your gesture, and it made his heart ache.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.
"They are true, doll," he murmured, his voice low and sincere. "I've always thought you're beautiful and worthy. It's not just my words, it's the truth."

You tried to collect yourself and your confident side appeared once again.
"Give me a small brief about everything I need to pay attention to.
I may pretend to be your lover but I'm also your assistant. And I take pride in my work at least."
He knew that better than anyone, your work was always flawless.

Kubo felt a small pang of sadness as he saw you regain your confident side, but he knew it was a defense mechanism. He gave you a small nod, respecting your professional attitude.

"Of course, doll," he said, his tone serious now. "There are a few things you need to know. I expect you to maintain a certain level of professionalism at all times. You'll be assisting me during our business meetings, so you'll need to be briefed on the agenda and any potential clients we'll be dealing with. And... during the social events, you'll need to act as my date."

He gave you a ride to his penthouse where he offered you many confidential documents

Once you arrived at Kubo's penthouse, he led you to his office where he handed you a briefcase filled with confidential documents.
"These are the documents you'll need to familiarize yourself with," he said, his voice stern. "They contain sensitive information that you must keep to yourself. Understood?"

"I understand." You began to scan every document and took notes.
He was seeing you on your work mode and he was impressed by your concentration and skills.
Not even his acting manager was so fast.

Kubo took a seat behind his desk, his attention drawn to you as you worked diligently through the documents. He watched you diligently taking notes, your focus and concentration evident in every movement.

He found himself admiring your skills and dedication, realizing that your efficiency was unmatched even by his own acting manager. You were not just beautiful, but also intelligent.

"What am I going to do with her when she is like this, so perfect?" He asked himself.