All Chapters of His Private Chef: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I expected Adrian to show up at my place, just like the last time.Maybe not with a peace offering this time, but something. Anger. A warning. Punishment. Anything. But nothing like that happened.One day passed. Then two.No messages. No calls. Nothing.On the morning of the third day, I finally asked Benita.“Has Adrian asked about me?”She shook her head.“Is he acting weird or anything?” I pressed.She gave me a look. “If you’re asking whether he’s affected by your absence, I’ll be honest… no.”I didn’t think it would get to me like that.“He’s actually been cool with everyone like usual,” she added. “Seems perfectly fine to me.”I frowned.Benita just laughed and walked away.I stayed home a little longer out of stubbornness, but by afternoon, I got tired of it. I missed everyone, and I wasn’t about to stop showing up just because of Adrian.Even though a quiet voice in my head kept calling me out on my own lie.Because the truth?I was going to see him.The moment I got to work

Benita came running back, slightly out of breath, my bag in her hand.“Sorry,” she exhaled. “That idiot almost ruined the strap. Come on, let’s get you home.”Back home, she helped clean the bruises on my arm, and I winced from the sharp sting.“Why did you run after him?” I asked. “He could have hurt you. It was just a bag.”Benita scoffed. “Please. I can handle those petty thieves. Growing up where I did taught me a thing or two.”She paused, then grinned. “And besides, it’s not just a bag. I don’t joke with my babies,” she added, copying my voice.I couldn’t help but smile.“Still,” I said, softer now, “don’t do that again. I’d rather lose the bag than have you get hurt.”She nodded, then looked at me more closely. “Do you want to talk about it?”I was quiet for a moment before finally admitting it out loud.“I like Adrian.”She snorted. “That part is obvious. You already texted me.”I groaned. “That message wasn’t meant for you.”“I figured,” she said, laughing. “So what happened?

Walking out of the restaurant with Adrian, I could hear Marcy and Benita whispering behind me, followed by George’s fake cough.I ignored them, pretending not to notice, even though I knew I would definitely hear it later.It wasn’t until I was seated in Adrian’s car that I realized I had left my bag behind.“Wait… let me quickly get my bag,” I said, reaching for the door.“That won’t be necessary,” Adrian said calmly. “We’re not wasting time.”I frowned but didn’t argue. “What kind of errand are we even running?” I asked.“Relax,” he replied. “You’ll see when we get there.”*****When he finally parked and told me to follow him, I stepped out, looked around, and realized we were in a row of luxury stores, my brows furrowing.He said nothing, just walked ahead, a small smile on his lips, stopping right in front of the exact brand of the bag that got ruined.I immediately shook my head. “No. No, Adrian. I hope you’re not about to do what I think you’re about to do.”He didn’t answer. H

“Please, Sophia… tell me to stop.”Adrian’s voice came out rough as he broke the kiss, his eyes dark and haunted with want.“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered.That was all it took.He pulled me up onto the kitchen island in one smooth motion. My breath hitched as his hands found my waist, steady and firm, like he already knew exactly what he was doing.His eyes never left mine. Not even for a second.My fingers curled into his shirt as his hand slid along my thigh, pushing it higher, parting me just enough. Still holding my gaze, he slid my panties down and dropped them to the floor, then his fingers slid between my thighs, right where I needed him most.A soft gasp left my lips. “Adrian…”He swore under his breath. “Yeah,” he murmured, like the sound of my voice did something to him.Everything blurred after that.His mouth was on mine again, then my jaw, then my neck, slow and unhurried, like he was taking his time learning every reaction I gave him.My head tipped back, a bro

“Are you sure about that?” Adrian asked, his eyes searching my face like he needed to be certain he heard me right.Instead of answering, I showed him.I pulled the T-shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. His gaze followed every movement, darkening with each second.Then I reached behind me, unclasped my bra, and let it slip away too, leaving me standing naked before him.The room fell quiet, the air between us suddenly heavier.“Fuck…” Adrian swore under his breath, dragging a hand over his face like he was trying to get a grip.“You’re…” he exhaled, his voice rough, “even more than I imagined.”I stepped closer, closing the space between us.“So you’ve been imagining me naked?” I asked softly, my fingers already moving to the buttons of his shirt.His eyes locked on mine. “More than you think.”I paused, searching his face. “Does it stop there?”His jaw tightened slightly. “No.”I tilted my head. “Then show me.”He exhaled sharply. “Get these off me first.”Slowly, I unbu