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Lilith’s POVI woke up sweetly sore, body aching in the most deliciously traitorous way. Early morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my guest suite, painting the room in soft golds and pinks over the Pacific. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself last night had been a fever dream.It wasn’t.I dragged myself out of bed, legs shaky, and padded to the bathroom. A quick shower helped clear some of the fog, but the soreness remained—a constant reminder of Damien’s commanding hands in the kitchen and Julian’s wicked grin under the stars. Well, It was Saturday morning and I had a menu to execute. I dressed in my chef whites—crisp, professional, then headed downstairs to the kitchen. Breakfast needed to be light yet indulgent; buttery croissants fresh from the oven, vanilla French toast with berries, poached eggs with smoked salmon on sourdough, tropical smoothies, and a platter of seasonal fruits arranged like edible art

Lilith’s POVI couldn't stand the panic rising in my chest. I clutched my robe tighter and bolted from the kitchen, cheeks burning as I rushed upstairs to my room.The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I leaned against it, breathing hard."I think I've really messed up." I muttered, pressing a trembling hand to my forehead. Did Theo notice anything?Crap. If he did, and the others found out what I'd just done for the chance to own my own restaurant, I wouldn't have a shred of dignity left.I paced the room, frustration and lingering arousal warring inside me. My body still ached, empty and unsatisfied. I wished I could scream.“Are you good, Chef?”I froze at the low, amused voice and spun around.Julian was seated on the sofa in the corner of my room, still dressed in his fitted gym gear, one arm draped casually over the back of the seat. His eyes sparkled with knowing mischief as they roamed over my flushed face and trembling body.“What the hell are you doing here?" I demand

Lilith’s POV Gosh, his hardness was already pressing against my ass through the thin fabric of my nightgown, sending a rush of adrenaline surging through me.“But… must it be here?” I whispered, biting my inner cheeks as I turned awkwardly to face him. “What if your brothers come back and find us?”Damien’s lips curved into a slow, dangerously seductive smile—the first one I’d seen from him. It made my stomach flip.“They’ll be in the private gym until one,” he murmured, his gaze trailing slowly down my body, lingering where my silk robe had fallen open to reveal the soft swell of my breasts. “We still have time to make you earn it.”Shame burned through my chest, but it only intensified the ache between my thighs and my desperate longing to own a luxurious restaurant. I let out a shaky breath.“Okay,” I muttered, hating how small and desperate I sounded. “But please… make it quick.”Damien didn’t bother replying with words.In a blur of motion, he hooked his hands under my ass and y

Lilith's POV I pulled the menu from my insulated box and spread it across the marble island the moment Damien left. Letting out a slow breath, I forced myself to focus.Tonight's menu: Seared Scallops with Saffron Cream Sauce, Herb-Crusted Rack of Lamb with Roasted Root Vegetables, and Dark Chocolate Espresso Tiramisu.I’d prepped most components at home, now I just needed to bring it all together with precision.I moved with practiced efficiency, tightening my apron, heating the pans, and seasoning each ingredient. The steady rhythm of my knife against the cutting board and the gentle sizzle of oil gradually settled my nerves. Until the door swung open again.Damien stepped back in, now dressed in a fitted red button-down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing corded muscles and a heavy gold watch that probably cost a fortune. “Lilith…” His voice was a low, lazy drawl that should’ve sounded bored. Yet there was nothing indifferent about the way his gaze lingered on me a

Lilith's POV“Do you taste as good as your food... Chef?”The question caught me off guard the instant I stepped out of the black town car. My heels sank into the gravel driveway as fierce Pacific winds whipped my thin sundress against my thighs, pressing the fabric indecently between my legs. I froze, my fingers still wrapped around the car door as I turned toward the voice.Leaning against the massive entrance of the cliffside mansion, as though he owned not just the house but the entire ocean stretching behind it, was one of the Carl brothers. Tall. Dark-haired. Devastating.His brown shirt hung open at the collar, revealing the hard lines of his broad, well-built chest that looked like it had spent years under the discipline of heavy dumbbells. A slow, sinful smirk curved his lips as his grey eyes raked down my body with shameless hunger, lingering on my mouth, my breasts.I swallowed hard and slammed the taxi door shut, tightening my grip on my phone.“Hey, miss.” The driver le