His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

At some point, I leaned against Kelvin’s shoulder without thinking. It felt natural. Not romantic, just…grounding.

He pulled out his phone. “We need photo proof. Come on, funny face.”

I puffed my cheeks like a chipmunk while he crossed his eyes. We took two hideous selfies and laughed.

“Now one where I kiss your cheek,” Kelvin said playfully. “Just for the drama.”

I rolled my eyes, still smiling. “Fine. Make it fast.”

But just as he leaned in, lips barely inches away, I was lifted.

“What the hell, Liam?!”

My feet were off the ground. Arms under my knees and back. Bridal style.

Kelvin’s phone tumbled into the blanket. Leo shouted something that sounded like “Damn!”

“Put me down!” I yelled.

“Time’s up,” he said calmly, walking away from the group with me in his arms like I weighed nothing.

“Put me down!”

“No.”

Laughter and noise swirled behind us, but the fire in my chest was louder. His arms were solid. His grip was firm. And his jaw was clenched like he was trying not to lose it.

“Put me down right now!”

He didn’t answer. Just kept walking through the villa like a man with one goal: isolation. And apparently, that isolation required me.

I was fuming. I kicked once, pointlessly. His grip didn’t even flinch.

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He pushed open a door with his foot. It swung open smoothly, and I realized we weren’t just heading anywhere. We were in his room.

He set me down on my feet, finally, and closed the door behind us with a soft click.

His room was… immaculate. Sparkling clean. Dark wood floors, white linen sheets perfectly smoothed. A tray of untouched bottled water sat on the nightstand, beside a leather–bound notebook and a digital clock that blinked softly.

“Really?” I snapped. “You’re dragging me to your room like I’m some…”

“Stop.”

His voice was low. Rough.

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Stop,” he repeated, stepping closer. “Whatever game you’re playing… you’ve won. Okay?”

I stared at him. “What game?!”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “Laughing with Kelvin. The damn selfies. Letting him touch you like that. It’s messing with my head, Emily.‘

”

“Well, I wasn’t playing any game,” I shot back. “Maybe I was just trying to enjoy a night you already ruined.”

He turned to me sharply. “You think I wanted to ruin it?”

“You think you get to decide what I do, who I talk to, and how I should behave?”

“I didn’t know what else to do!” he snapped. “I saw you with him and I just..”

“What? Got jealous?”

He didn’t answer. His hands curled into fists. Jaw locked. Chest heaving.

I stepped closer. “You don’t get to ice me out and then go caveman when someone else gives me attention.”

“I know that,” he said hoarsely. “But it still drives me insane.

Silence stretched between us. Taut. Loaded.

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One heartbeat. Then another.

And suddenly, we collided.

His mouth crashed into mine like it had been waiting all day for this exact explosion. No soft build–up. Just heat. Need. Fire.

I kissed him back, hands gripping his shirt, dragging him closer.

He pressed me into the door, lips hot on my neck. I clung to him, breathless. Wanting more

His hands slid under the hem of my beach cover–up, finding bare skin. Clothes shifted. Breathing turned ragged. He kissed down my neck, and my knees almost gave out.

“Emily,” he breathed.

“Don’t stop.”

My hands gripped the edge of his shirt, about to lift it, when…

Beep.

We both froze.

My phone buzzed again.

Liam pulled back, reluctantly.

I fished out my phone. A text from Sophia.

Sophia:

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