All Chapters of His Private Chef: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

When I finally made it back to my room after the whirlwind that was Liam Black, I collapsed onto the bed like a sack of emotional chaos. My lips still tingled from the kiss, and my heart hadn’t gotten the memo that the moment was over.I flung one arm over my face and groaned into the air.Then my phone buzzed again.Sophia: “Don’t forget to use protection. Goodnight, lovebirds.”I dropped my phone face down on the bed and groaned louder.I was a mess, emotionally, mentally, and maybe even hormonally. A part of me wished things had gone further. Another part, probably the more rational one, was grateful Sophia’s message came when it did. If Liam had pulled away the next day, or worse, acted like nothing happened… I wouldn’t have survived the humiliation. Not while we were still stuck in each other’s space on this island.I sighed, picked up my phone again, and scrolled aimlessly until Lisa’s name popped up with a row of heart-eyed emojis and voice notes reacting to the yacht pictures

The morning sunlight poured in through the massive windows of the villa, wrapping the breakfast table in a soft, lazy glow. Plates clinked, forks scraped against omelets, and a gentle breeze rustled the linen curtains. I was stirring my tea absentmindedly when Liam walked in.He looked like sin dressed in white shirt casually unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, and damp hair tousled from the shower. But that wasn’t what caught everyone’s attention.It was the bracelet."Wait a minute," Sophia said, eyes narrowing. She leaned forward, squinting like she was solving a crime. "Is that... the bracelet from Gustavia? Emily, didn’t you buy that yesterday?"I nearly dropped my spoon.All eyes turned to me.Across the table, Laura raised a perfectly sculpted brow and took a slow sip of her coffee. Her smirk said it all: Well, I’m not the only one who noticed.I tried to laugh it off, reaching for my juice. "Must be a coincidence."Liam, completely unfazed, slid

The stars were the only ones still awake.Sleep had long abandoned me. Not after the way Liam shut me down. The villa was still, lit only by the occasional flicker of outdoor lanterns. Everyone else was tucked away in their corners of dreams, or drama.Wrapped in a throw blanket, I padded out barefoot on the patio. The tiles were cool beneath my feet. Above me, the velvet sky stretched wide and endless, stars scattered like secrets too stubborn to stay hidden. They blinked back like they knew too much.“You too, huh?”I turned to the voice. Noah sat on one of the loungers a few feet away, a bottle of water in his hand, his eyes also locked on the sky.“Yeah,” I said softly, curling into the lounger beside him. The breeze caught the fringe of my blanket, tugging gently like a silent question I didn’t know how to answer.We were quiet for a while. Then he let out a soft chuckle.“Funniest vacation ever,” he said. “Supposed to be all yachts and cocktails. Beautiful memories. New beginnin

It had been three days since we got back to L.A. Three long, dragging, miserable days. And I hadn't been the same.I’d tried everything to keep myself sane. Morning runs that left me breathless. Solo dates where I dressed up just to sit alone in a restaurant booth, pretending the silence beside me was someone else's voice. Late night walks through parks, watching strangers laugh and argue, just to convince myself the world was still spinning.I kept moving, thinking if I kept my body busy, my mind would fall in line.It didn’t.Liam stayed lodged in my chest like a splinter I couldn’t dig out.The worst part? We weren’t even dating. Not officially. Not by any normal standard. But the silence between us felt worse than a lover’s fight. At least lovers fight because they care. Liam’s silence? That burned. It scorched every minute of every day with questions he wouldn’t answer.Monday came and went, and I didn’t show up at his house to cook.Highly unprofessional. I knew that. But profes

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said, voice husky with awe. “And trust me, Emily–I’ve imagined this too many times.”I was breathless, trembling beneath him.He reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom, tearing the packet open with one hand, all while keeping his eyes on me like I might disappear.Then he positioned himself at my entrance, eyes locked on mine.“You ready?” he asked.I nodded, unable to speak.He entered me slowly, inch by devastating inch, until he was entirely inside.“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, head dropping to the crook of my neck. “You feel... incredible.”I could barely hold on. My fingers clawed at his back. He moved slowly at first, savoring it, letting us both drown in the connection.Every stroke sent sparks up my spine. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, grounding me. I moaned his name, breathless, dizzy, full.But just as I felt the wave build, right on the edge of bliss, he pulled out.“On your knees,” he said, voice lik