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• His Private Chef    Chapter 61

  The soft crackle of oil in the pan was the only sound in the kitchen as I carefully flipped the eggs. The smell of toast drifted up, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee.I wasn’t about to risk another surprise breakfast-in-bed from Liam. One look at his burnt pancakes last week had been enough. Kindness shouldn’t be put to the test like that.And after last night’s... marathon, I needed something hearty to survive the day. My body ached in all the best ways, but I wasn’t trying to tempt fate on an empty stomach. Coffee was non-negotiable, and anything remotely greasy suddenly felt like a love language.Sophia padded in a few minutes later, barefoot, wearing black oversized shirt. She looked unusually serious, eyes glued to her phone as she slid onto the kitchen island stool without a word."Good morning," I said.She blinked once, distracted. "Hey."Silence stretched. I served the eggs, then poured us both orange juice. She still hadn’t looked up."Everything okay?"Another pause. T

• His Private Chef   Chapter 60

  The room still smelled like his skin. Like heat and tension and something purely Liam. My body felt boneless, sated, wrapped against his chest like it had found its rightful home. The ache between my legs hadn’t faded, but it wasn’t pain. It was the memory of being taken, devoured, worshipped in the roughest way possible.His hand was heavy around my waist. Possessive. Like he was daring the world to try and take me again.I ran my fingers along his bare chest, brushing over the steady rise and fall. There was a moment of perfect silence, broken only by our breathing.Then, I whispered, "I missed you so badly."His arm tightened around me. He exhaled through his nose. "God, I hate how I can't stay mad at you."I pulled back a little to look at him. "You planned to stay mad at me?"He tilted his head on the pillow, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it was safer than looking at me. "Planned it all. Long and hard. I was going to ignore your calls, block your number, act like you didn't exis

• His Private Chef   Chapter 59

  Even though the flight back to LA had been smooth, my body felt like it was carrying the weight of another world.The moment Jason’s car pulled away, I just stood there at my door, keys in hand, staring at the knob like I was afraid of what would be on the other side.Inside, the silence felt both familiar and foreign. My shoes echoed softly on the hardwood as I walked through the apartment, my eyes scanning every corner like it might suddenly look different.It didn’t.I dropped my bag in the hallway and wandered into the bathroom like muscle memory. Everything moved in slow motion. I turned on the shower and stepped under the water before I could talk myself out of it. The temperature stung my skin in the best way, a punishment and a cleanse.The water was scalding, the kind of heat that stripped away layers. I didn’t cry. I just stood there, letting it burn. Letting it wash away the makeup, the perfume, the tour, the flash of cameras, the whispers of strangers. The look in Liam’s e

• His Private Chef   Chapter 58

  Getting any real sleep felt impossible after everything.Even though the hotel room was quiet and the bed ridiculously soft, I couldn’t shake the whisper of Liam’s photo still haunting my phone.When I finally opened my eyes, late morning light spilled in through the heavy curtains. I stayed in bed a while, letting the silence wrap around me. For the first time in days, I didn’t reach for my phone right away.But I couldn’t avoid it forever.When I unlocked it, social media was still buzzing. More photos. More fan edits. The nickname Mystery Girl trending in at least two hashtags. A few new blog headlines too:"Who Is Mason Jacob's VIP Guest?""From Nobody to Front Row: Emily Sparks Speculation"A knock sounded at the door."Emily?" Brian’s voice called.I sat up, startled. "Yeah?""You decent? We’re heading out. Thought I’d steal you for a few hours. Sightseeing. Chicago’s best distraction, promise."I hesitated, then stood. Maybe I needed a distraction.—Brian took me to Navy Pier

• His Private Chef   Chapter 57

  The arena throbbed with energy, like the walls themselves were alive, absorbing every scream, every beat, every pulse of light that sliced through the darkness.Outside, fans had camped since morning, their excitement spilling into the night like a rising tide. Inside, it was electric–glow sticks swaying, flashlights blinking, and a sea of Mason Jacob T-shirts stretching from the barricades to the nosebleeds.I hadn’t expected the atmosphere to affect me this much. My stomach fluttered as we pulled up to the venue, a sleek black SUV whisking Olivia and me through the private entrance. The crowd outside screamed the moment they caught a glimpse of us behind the tinted glass. I was invisible compared to Mason, but somehow, I still felt exposed.His stylist had chosen my outfit hours earlier–a pair of sleek black jeans, a vintage band tee tucked in just enough, and a cropped leather jacket that made me look cooler than I felt. Olivia barely spoke during the drive. Her silence was more to

• His Private Chef   Chapter 56

  Sleep came like a wave after the emotional turbulence of the night. I must've been more tired than I thought, because even Sophia's call didn't stop me. I barely remembered dropping my phone beside the pillow. My body sank into the luxurious bed, and for a while, nothing else mattered. The noise, the headlines, the photos, all of it faded beneath the weight of exhaustion.Peace, however, is always temporary.When I finally stirred, sunlight leaked through the thin hotel curtains, warm against my skin. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then it all came rushing back–the jet, the flashing cameras, Olivia's death stares, Mason's easy charm, and most of all, the gossip blogs.I reached for my phone, still half-asleep. The moment it lit up, I flinched. Notifications poured in before the screen even fully unlocked.Mentions. Tags. DMs. Hundreds.Then I saw it:#MasonAndMysteryGirl #WhoIsEmily #TourLoveStoryMy name. My face. Everywhere.My follower count had exploded overnight. Thirty thou