Chris X Chef Novels & Stories

And Chris—barefoot, wearing a wildly patterned shirt and holding a spatula like a microphone—greeted us like royalty. “My favorite trauma buddies!” he cried, hugging us both. “Welcome to the soft launch of my emotional stability.” “You’ve redecorated,” Damian noted, impressed. “I had a coupon and a mental breakdown. Target heals.” I laughed. “What’s cooking?” Chris winked. “Risotto. Mushroom, truffle, butter—basically seduction in a pan.” Guests trickled in. Old colleagues. A few fellow chefs. Everyone had stories, drinks, and that quiet gratitude you only find among people who’ve known pain.

“Good. Let me cook you some dinner now.” “You can cook?” Chris smirked. “Careful or I’ll poison you instead.” ***** Dinner was delicious. Chris made baked pork chops with green beans and baked potatoes. They watched tv together after and talked about their days. He even massaged her feet. He said it was so I wouldn’t complain at training tomorrow. It was almost like we were a real couple.

, I teased as he snickered. " Don't worry, Mr. Philip will cook for you", Chris said, making me blush lightly, as we ended that part of our conversation there. Chris narrated how he escaped from a restaurant where Phil and his gang beat up a young man, who he felt was a rival. He later confirmed from a final year student that he was the leader of one of the well-known cult gangs. My mind flashed back to the first time we met. Some of the students in the corridor either walked away(probably the ones who know who he is), and others just wore a surprised stare at us(probably because he was popular).

And with just one step into her room, she might think he was an intruder. He needed to find another way to get her sample. The next day, Chris had woken up before the women. Though he was the last to go to bed, he could hardly sleep with the thoughts running all over his head. He had decided to keep himself busy by preparing breakfast for the women. "Sir, I can handle it." The chef's voice was soft, fear leaking from it. He thought he had done something bad and might be getting discharged from his duty. "Well, if you want to do something that badly, you can help me with this. Wash and slice those veggies for me." He pointed at the things he had picked from the refrigerator.

he said "Really? I thought you said you didn't want it to seem like you're taking advantage of him?" she asked confusedly "Yes, and I didn't. He insisted on helping me and I have no choice. We couldn't find anyone with that name and we have just few hours left" "Ohh.... okay! But we haven't met before and you know grandma and grandpa. They will definitely ask me questions about him, how do I deal with that?" she asked helplessly "It's part of the reasons why I called you. Chris works as a waiter in a restaurant but we can't tell them that. We will tell them he has started the construction of his company already.

CHAPTER 9 *TROY* I got back home exhausted and I really couldn't get my mind of Aurora and that kiss. I wonder how she managed to get into my head. "Sir, you are back? I already set the table," Chris, my chef said. "Did you still see your sick mother?" "Yes, I did." "How is she?" "She is fine now. Thank you so much for the support you gave to my family and I. We really appreciate," "It's nothing, I should be in my room now."