Chris X Chef Novels & Stories

Without hearing Jace’s reply, she drags me inside the office and closes the door on his face. The delicious smell of food and the sweet smell of dessert reach my nares, making my stomach growl. I didn’t even realize I was hungry. I snap my head to the location of the smell and see a small feast on the right side of the room. There are various dishes on the table—vegetable stew, beef steak, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, vegetable salad, cake, and brownies. Is this what Chris eats every day if he stays at the packhouse? Behind his mahogany desk, Chris stares at a piece of document sitting in front of him. His elbows are on the desk and his hands are folded together. His eyebrows are knitted

Chris took me to one of my favorite restaurants at Noblesville , he knew exactly what I loved and was always out to make sure he accomplished it. He placed an order for us I was served a hot plate of spaghetti bolognese with some fried chicken and freshly squeezed juice. the meal was so delicious but there was no way I could compare it to what he would have made if we were at his place . I could understand that he was very tired and I just had a long day at work and couldn't get himself to prepare anything in the kitchen.

“Sunday.” With that I breathe a sigh of relief and get out of there before I say something that sets off her suspicions again. This is going to be interesting enough without giving her any ammo before we get started. Chris, on the other hand, is excited about meeting them and spends all day Saturday grilling me about what they like to eat and making sure that the chef is going to prepare it. All of it. From fried fish and potatoes to baked mostaccioli and garlic bread. He’s determined that we’re going to have a little of everything to make sure they enjoy it.

I was finally out of his lair and I didn't think that there was anything that would take me back there. “What happened? It looks like you saw a ghost or something.” Chris laughed. He was the main chef of the Donovan house and a very good friend of mine. I chuckled, knowing that what he said was just the accurate description of how I was looking at that moment. “Not a ghost, Christ, just introduced to Emma’s sons.” “Oh, I see you’ve met the famous boys,” he smiled. I watched as he expertly mixed the recipe for Emma’s favorite stew. I didn’t know how famous they were but I couldn't wait to hear the gist from him.

Chris nodded at a few of the staff members as he headed to the kitchen. He was pretty well-known at Jenny’s now, and he found he kind of liked that. The people here made a change from ex-Rangers and bikers; God knows his life was populated with plenty of them, and that was cool. But spending time with wait staff who knew every type of wine under the sun, and pastry chefs who could prepare delicate desserts from scratch, was an education in itself.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chris take out a food container. Inside was a plate of roasted peanuts. She suddenly thought of the peanuts she had eaten last time on the terrace of the island villa. They were probably the same as the ones from years ago. Chris had made them himself. Chris didn’t look like the kind of man who belonged in a kitchen roasting peanuts. He was the head of the Xander family, the chairman of Xander Corporation, a man who seemed more suited to boardrooms and private jets than a stove and a pan of peanuts.

Xavier chuckles and holds his hand up in surrender. “I'll leave you two to it then,” Ramsey said and leaves, with the server following behind him once more. I'm left alone with Xavier once again who's watching me intently. “Who was that man?” I ask. “That's Ramsey Gordon, CEO of Taste. He's also the head chef.” “Oh…” I have more questions but I don't get to ask them because Xavier stands and comes around the table, grabbing my plate from the table. “Now this,” Xavier says, gesturing to the first dish, “is truffle butter filet mignon.”

Xavier, who came up with Chris, heard the noises too. Both stood outside the door and looked at each other in dismay. Xavier looked at Chris. “Chris, what’s wrong with dad? Why is he so angry?” Chris shook his head and remained silent with a tense face. Then, when he saw Xavier come alone, he asked, “Where’s your woman?” Xavier chuckled. “She isn’t feeling well, so she went to the restroom.” Chris nodded. Then, both of them pushed the door open and went in. Creak…

His smile grew to a playful grin, yet there was a hint of sadness in it. "Hmm," Miya responded with a smile. "But you are someone of great success and wealth, possibly as successful as Xenon, if not more. How is it possible that you don't get attention from people?" "I have people work for me and manage the business." "I see." "I look forward to our lunch," Chris said rather cheerfully and walked out of the kitchen. As Miya brought out the food, Chris was very impressed. He nodded approval. "Can you cook Asian food as well? Chinese?"

Had she found out about me telling Chris the truth and this was all a trap; a way to blow us and all her enemies up? Yeah, I know. I needed to calm down. Maybe a glass or two of champagne would help, but for now, I don’t think I would be able to settle my mind if I did not have some alcohol in my system. Chris on the other hand, seemed unfazed by everything happening around us. It looked like he was in his element, and honestly, I knew he was. He was a big-time CEO and Billionaire. A waiter was passing our way with a tray of exquisitely crafted champagne flutes, and I eagerly reached out to take one, hoping it would help calm my nerves.