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Pinned and Plated - 5

Author: Night Raven
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-08 20:51:12

Chapter Five

Burn the Recipe, Keep the Fire

The Palate – “No Stars, No Apologies: What He Taught Me in the Kitchen”

“He didn’t want a good review.

He wanted to destroy me.

And maybe he did.

Drake Neri doesn’t cook food. He crafts surrender. His kitchen is a battlefield, and I walked in thinking I was a sniper. But the moment he touched me—fed me—fucked me—

I wasn’t a critic anymore. I was consumed.

No stars. No summary. Just this: I’d crawl on hands and knees through his kitchen again just to taste the heat in his mouth.”

The critique was published anonymously but everyone knew who wrote it and who it was about.

Drake read the piece at 2:47 a.m., shirtless, still tasting him on his tongue. He should’ve felt smug, instead he felt fucked.

Not sexually—he’d already done that. Twice. No, this was worse.

He felt known, seen in a way that made his skin itch so he did the only thing he could think to do.

He got dressed and went to find Emery.

The knock on Emery’s hotel door came at 3:12 a.m
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