Rob Li Private Chef Novels & Stories

she said. "Liam, I want to eat the food Lily cooks!" Hannah whined. Hannah wouldn't have come all this way if Lily wasn't going to cook for her. Did she think that the chefs at this private restaurant could outdo her family's cooking? Liam furrowed his brow. Every time he came here, Lily personally cooked for them. The chefs were good, but they couldn't compare to her. Seeing his hesitation, Amelia looked at Liam and said, "You said Lily's your good friend, right? You can't make her serve us every time we come. If I remember correctly, you haven't officially introduced us to each other yet!"

"Yes, Lily. I have an important meeting tomorrow with some business partners. I promised them an amazing meal, and I know you make excellent risotto al tartufo. I’d like you to cater for it." "Of course, sir. That’s part of my job," I said, keeping it professional. He paused for a moment before continuing. "I brought you something from my trip," he said, pulling out a cookbook signed by Chef Pierre Martin, the famous chef in Paris. "I noticed from your socials that you’re a big fan of his." I stared at the book in disbelief. Even though everything about "Lily" was fake, my admiration for Pierre Martin was real. "Oh my God! Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, hugging him without thinking.

Amaya muttered with a bored expression, "So, Mr. Expensive Chef, aka playboy millionaire. What’s for lunch?" He raised a brow at her as he headed for the stove in an attempt to escape her intense stare. "A lobster, Stuffed ribatoni, Carrot Purée, corn sabayon, and your Creamy Pesto Shrimp." He picked up a ladle, lifted a pot lid, and stirred, the delicious aroma of melted cheese and garlic filling the kitchen and making her mouth water. "What? Really? You make them all?" He smirked. "No, the chef did almost all of them, but I cooked the pasta. That’s something, yeah?"

Grace gave a nervous laugh beside me. "Trust me, you have no idea. This is indeed un-fucking-believable." I muttered and he just grinned widely at both of us. "I'm Theodore Phillips aka Lonewolf. I'm a chef and not to brag but I technically own this restaurant. I assume you are Chaotic Soul from the blonde hair." He introduced himself to her and I just kept blinking rapidly, still trying to process what the actual fuck was going on. He owns this restaurant? Holy Fuck! I never would have guessed that he became a chef, let alone own a restaurant.

Liam protested, but he was laughing. I leaned against the doorframe, watching as Noah chased Liam around the kitchen island. Noah was always like this - a bundle of energy and mischief wrapped in an expensive suit. It was like living with a hyperactive golden retriever sometimes, but I wouldn't have it any other way. "What's on the menu, chef?" I asked Liam once he'd escaped Noah's clutches. Liam grinned proudly. "Lobster thermidor with truffle risotto and asparagus spears."