All Chapters of His Private Chef: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The air inside the venue hadn’t cooled since the kiss. If anything, the heat had only grown thicker. Liam Black, the man known for calculated glances and cold detachment, had become someone else entirely tonight. Someone... touchy.He didn’t let go of my hand. Not even once.He whispered into my ear between tech presentations, his breath grazing my neck, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but him. During speeches, he leaned over to murmur jokes only I could hear. Stolen kisses landed on my temple, my jawline, the corner of my mouth.Liam Black had entered full PDA mode, and judging by the stunned glances we were getting, no one had seen it coming.Not the press. Not the attendees. Not even me.By the time the event wrapped up, I could barely remember half the speeches or tech presentations. All I remembered was Liam’s presence at my side, the comfort of his touch, the way he kept claiming me without words.Back at the car, I thought we were heading home. My heels were re

Jay and I ended up at a sleek rooftop restaurant, velvet-lined booths, soft jazz threading through the air, and a view of the skyline framed like a painting.The kind of place where celebrities could breathe, eat medium-rare steak, and not worry about paparazzi lurking behind wine glasses. Jay said I needed this. A real meal. A moment to feel normal again. And maybe, he was right.Lunch started off light. We talked about music, travel, a dream he had where he accidentally officiated a wedding between two cats. He made me laugh, the kind of laugh that started in your chest and shook loose all the tension you didn’t realize you were carrying."You good?" Jay asked, swirling the straw in his mocktail. "Like actually good?"I nodded. "I think so. Just... adjusting.""Yeah," he said. "You didn’t exactly sign up for all this. But welcome to the circus."My phone buzzed on the table. I reached for it absentmindedly, expecting another meme from Sophia or Liam sending a naughty text. But inste

Liam left that morning with one last kiss and a promise that tasted too sweet to doubt.I'll call the second I land, he’d said, pulling me into his chest like I was the only thing tethering him to earth.“I hate that I have to leave right now,” he murmured against my hair. “But I need to fix this deal myself. It will only be a few days.”My fingers brushed his collar as I looked up. “You telling me the big boss couldn’t pull a few strings and skip it?”He grinned, kissed me again, longer this time. “Text me everything. What you eat, what you wear, what you miss. Especially what you miss.”“So basically... you want to stalk me through your phone.”“Exactly.”Then he was gone. A blur of cologne, lingering warmth, and an unspoken goodbye. The house–once filled with laughter, inside jokes, and tangled sheets, felt too quiet. Too hollow. Too much like it did before him.But we kept pace.He texted like clockwork. I sent him pictures of my breakfast and outfits he’d once half-undressed me f

Sleep was a stranger all night. I tossed and turned until my sheets twisted around me like a trap. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Liam was back. Back in L.A. Back in town. And still, he hadn't reached out to me. Not a call. Not a text. Not even a damn emoji.Where did that leave me? Us? Were we still even a ‘we’?It hadn’t even been a full month since I agreed to be his girlfriend, and here I was, lying awake in a bed that suddenly felt too cold, too big, too filled with doubt. I knew dating Liam Black wouldn't be a fairy tale. I didn’t sign up expecting roses and lullabies. But I hadn’t expected... this. Silence. Confusion. Hurt that tasted like betrayal.I stared at the ceiling, counting the seconds until sunrise, until I could knock some answers out of him face to face. Because I couldn’t do this not-knowing thing anymore. I needed the truth. And if there was nothing left to fight for, I needed to hear that too.When I finally fell asleep, it was morning already. My body gave out be

A week after the accident, I turned my phone off. I pulled the curtains closed, let the city disappear behind blackout blinds, and made my room a space where time didn’t move.I ignored Jay’s texts, Sophia’s calls, the brand deals waiting on answers. Even the new car Liam gifted me sat in the garage like a ghost of a life I didn’t recognize anymore.I told Mom I didn’t want visitors. Not even her most days. Just water, maybe a snack. I wasn’t hungry. Not for food. Not for company. And definitely not for those well-meaning words people offer when silence would’ve been better.The first time I left my bed was for a hospital visit. Just a standard check-up.But nothing felt standard when the doctor walked in with eyes that wouldn’t meet mine and a file he held like it might explode in his hands.“I’m afraid there’s internal scarring from the trauma,” she said gently. “The impact… it was significant. I’m so sorry, Emily, but it may affect your chances of carrying a pregnancy in the future