His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Confused, I reached for it, still half–dazed. I opened my lock screen and blinked

A screenshot of a gossip blog post. Headline: Liam Black and Mystery Girl Identified – Meet Emily Davis, the Woman Who Just Broke the Internet.

Below it? Thousands of shares, comments, and fan threads. Some defending me. Some tearing me apart. But all agreeing on one thing:

I was no longer a mystery.

And Liam had made damn sure the world knew exactly where I stood.

The grin on Liam’s face didn’t fade the entire morning. It stretched from cheek to cheek like he’d won some silent victory, and even as we sat at the breakfast table, he kept flashing me smug little looks over his coffee mug.

“You know that look is annoying, right?” I said, reaching for my phone beside the toast.

He didn’t respond, just grinned wider.

My phone buzzed with yet another notification. I tapped it and my mouth dropped.

“Oh my God.”

Liam raised a brow. “What now?”

I held up my screen. “I gained over two hundred thousand followers overnight. I’m at nine hundred and forty–something thousand now.”

He leaned in to look. “Huh. Almost a million. LA’s new It Girl.”

“Stop,” I said, laughing and trying not to let the nerves creep in. “This is crazy. People are saying maybe I left Mason’s tour because my jealous billionaire boyfriend called me home. Others think I staged it for PR.”

Liam smirked. “They’re not entirely wrong.

I nudged his arm. “Liam.”

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He chuckled and popped a piece of toast into his mouth. “Relax. You handled it like a

queen.”

I didn’t even have time to process the wave of attention before my phone buzzed again. Then again. And again. Notifications flooded in like a tidal wave.

“Why is it suddenly going crazy again?” I asked, unlocking it.

Then I saw it.

Jay had dropped the music video. The one where I was the vixen. The one that felt like a fever dream now.

“No,” I whispered. “He did not.”

Liam leaned closer. “What…”

“Jay released the video!”

His eyes genius.”

widened for a second before amusement took over. “Oh, that timing is actually

I scrolled through comments.

“So this is how you catch billionaires. Please open a masterclass, sis.”

“Not Emily breaking the internet twice in one week.”

“She dumped Mason mid–tour and came back to Liam. I stan.”

“That video. That kiss. The dress. She’s LA royalty now.”

I groaned. “I’m going to strangle Jay.”

Liam laughed. “He’s milking the moment. Honestly, from a business standpoint, it’s perfect.”

I gave him a look. “Whose side are you on again?”

“Yours. Always,” he said, leaning in for a quick kiss. “But also…. his timing is top–tier.”

I stood. “I’m going to Jay’s. I need to drag his cars.

“Be gentle with him,” Liam said, grabbing his phone. “He did make you go viral.”

I rolled my eyes.

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As I turned toward the hallway, Liam called after me. “Shower first. Together”

1 paused. “We don’t have time.”

He was already up and unbuttoning his shirt. “We’ll make time.”

Ten minutes later, we were in the shower.

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Steam curled around us, blurring the glass, wrapping our bodies in heat. Water streamed down my back as Liam pressed me gently against the wall, his lips skimming the side of my neck.

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you said ‘let’s shower together,” I murmured, fingers threading into his damp hair.

He gave a lazy, devilish smile. “Are you complaining?”

I bit back a grin. “Just confirming your hidden agenda.”

His hands slid down my waist with deliberate slowness. “You caught me.”

Then he kissed me. Slow, deep, deliberate, the kind of kiss that stripped everything down to sensation. Every part of me felt awake, pulsing under his touch. He took his time, letting his hands explore, mapping me like I was a luxury he wasn’t in a rush to waste.

When he finally entered me, it was with a teasing kind of care, like he wanted me to feel every inch, every moment. My hands braced against the slick tile behind me, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm, water cascading between us, making everything hotter, wetter, more desperate.

He whispered my name like it was a sacred vow. Tender and possessive all at once.

The only sounds were our breaths, soft moans, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. My head dropped against his shoulder, my legs trembling as waves of pleasure rocked through me. He held me through it, never breaking pace, never letting go.

By the time it was over, I was barely standing, melted against him, heart racing, lungs gasping for air.

I rested my forehead against his chest. “You’re trouble.”