His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Then, with that same dangerous tenderness, he lifted me into his arms like I was the only thing that had ever mattered. And laid me on the bed.

“Look at me,” he said, hovering over me, voice cracked with need. “Tell me to stop.”

I didn’t.

His mouth moved like he knew every weakness I hadn’t confessed. Rough where I needed it. Slow where I couldn’t handle it.

Fingers pressing into places that made my knees jerk and breath hitch.

And when he finally entered me–deep, rough, claiming every inch. I forgot my name, my pride, every lie I told myself about staying away.

He didn’t ask. Just took. Over and over.

Hard. Hungry. Like the months apart had wrecked him.

He fucked me like a man who’d waited too long, held back too much, and now needed to burn the truth into my skin.

I clawed at his back, breath shattering, hips lifting to meet every thrust.

When I finally shattered around him, legs shaking, throat raw from screaming his name, and as he groaned mine, buried so deep inside me…

I knew.

Anyone else would be a fucking echo.

A hundred men could rewrite my body and still I’d crave this.

Later, the air between us cooled.

I lay there, boneless and dazed, the sheet barely clinging to my hips:

He looked at me like he was scared I’d vanish.

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Then he said, softly, “We need to talk.”

Reality returned like a slap.

And I panicked.

Then I ruined it all with seven stupid words.

“Are you sure this wasn’t a mistake?”

He stilled.

The warmth in his

eyes

vanished.

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He didn’t yell.

He grabbed his boxers.

I reached for him. “Liam… wait. I didn’t mean it. I just panicked. That’s not what I…”

He stood, slowly. Pulled on his clothes like shield. Stiff, each motion cutting deeper than the last.

“Please, Liam. I’m ready now,” I tried again. “We can talk. Let’s talk.”

Nothing.

He just walked to the door. Opened it.

Then, calmly, without even looking back.

“I’m stepping out briefly. Before I return, I want you out of my house, Emily.”

He left.

And all I could do was sit in the ruins of something I’d spent a year trying to forget.

Now broken all over again.

For days, I smiled for the camera and died offscreen.

I filmed episodes. Posted cheerful clips. Laughed during edits. But when the red light dimmed

and the kitchen cleared, I’d sit alone, staring at a wall that never answered back.

He didn’t respond to my texts.

Ignored every call.

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Voicemail. Voicemail. Voicemail.

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I even went to his house twice. Okay, more than twice. I stopped counting after the second time. The security still let me in. The key code still worked. But Liam? He was never home.

And that said everything.

He was avoiding me.

And honestly? I would’ve avoided me too.

I wasn’t proud of what I did. Of what I said.

I pushed him away because I loved him too much to face him with the truth.

And now… I didn’t even know how to fix it.

I thought I was hiding it well, until my mom watched me stir soup like it offended me.

“You’ve been quiet,” she said gently. “And not your usual quiet. The kind that worries me.”

I shrugged. “I’m fine. Just tired.

”

She let it go, but I saw the doubt in her eyes.

Later that week, Sophia invited me to brunch.

I almost declined. I didn’t feel like small talk and fake smiles.

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