His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

Still, Sophia never let me forget the bachelorette plan. She handled it with single–minded focus, making sure every detail was ready. Dresses were secretly fitted, drinks pre–ordered, even a private driver arranged.

She teased me relentlessly, promising it would be a night to remember.

One night, after my final gown fitting, I lay in bed with Liam, exhausted but uneasy. The secret stirred restlessly inside me.

“What do you think of bachelorette parties?” I asked casually.

“They’re fine,” he said without looking up from his phone. “As long as it’s not one of those wild ones. If it is, I’ll scatter it.”

My silence must’ve been too long, because he set the phone aside and narrowed his eyes. “Emily. What are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” I blurted too quickly.

“Try again.” His voice sharpened, all patience gone.

I groaned. “Okay, fine. Sophia’s going to kill me, but… she’s planning to take me to a strip club that night.”

His jaw tightened as he pushed himself off the bed. “Where is she?”

I scrambled after him, guilt clawing but also curiosity burning.

He pushed open Sophia’s door. She looked up from her phone, then at me hovering behind him, biting my fingers nervously.

“Let me guess,” she drawled. “Emily couldn’t keep her mouth shut. You told him, didn’t you?”

I winced. “I tried, Soph, I really did. My mouth just wouldn’t cooperate.”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “You were so close, Em. Just a few more weeks. How hard could it be?”

Liam cut in, his tone sharp. “Male strippers, Sophia? That’s your idea of a fun girls‘ night?”

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She set her phone aside. “Relax. You say it like we’re sleeping with them. It’s just dancing. A little spray of cash. Everyone laughs, no harm done.”

Liam went silent for a moment. Then he smirked. “You know,” he said slowly, “I asked Mason to be a groomsman. Since you girls want to have fun, maybe me and the boys will too. We’ll hire female strippers. Same rules. Just a little dance, a little spray, no harm.”

Sophia shot to her feet. “You wouldn’t dare.”

I burst out laughing. The Black siblings and jealousy went together like shadow and light.

“I’m waiting. Sophia,” Liam pressed. “So, are we still having fun?”

Sophia glared, then groaned. “Fine. No strip club. You win.”

She flicked her eyes at me, exasperated. “Congratulations, Em. You’ve succeeded in scattering the plan. Now, take your man and get out of my room.

“Stick to the deal, Sophia. No surprises,” Liam warned as he ushered me out.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Before I closed the door behind me, I peeked my head back in and grinned.

“I love you, Sophia.”

She waved me off, but I caught the smile tugging at her lips before she buried it behind her phone.

I woke up to the sense of someone standing over me at the edge of the bed.

“Liam?” I mumbled, my eyes still shut. “Why are you hovering like a creep?”

A familiar laugh answered. My eyes flew

“Lisa?”

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