His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

“Liam,” I whispered. “What are we doing here?”

He turned off the engine, like this was the most normal errand in the world.

“You let another man buy you a dress. I’m here to correct that.”

“Liam, I thought we were over the dress thing.”

“We are not,” he said flatly. “Do you even understand the emotional trauma I endured? Watching you wear a dress bought by Kelvin and sitting next to him all night? Do you?”

I opened my mouth, then closed it.

“Exactly,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. “If I was a petty man, I’d ask you to burn that thing. But I’m trying to be reasonable. So instead, we’re going to walk in there and buy you so many dresses that his will get lost somewhere in the back of your closet.”

I blinked again. “Are you hearing yourself?”

“Crystal clear. Now let’s go.”

Inside, the boutique was dripping with elegance.

Glass, gold, and velvet. Soft classical music played in the background.

The air smelled like expensive perfume and even more expensive decisions.

The staff practically floated toward us like moths to a flame.

“Mr. Black, welcome back.”

“Would you like champagne while

you shop?”

Liam gave a nod. “Bring the good stuff.”

I leaned closer. “You come here often?”

He smirked. “Only when I need to emotionally recover from seeing my girl in another man’s

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outfit.

I rolled my eyes.

The staff handed us flutes and disappeared into the racks, returning with armfuls of designer dresses.

Silk. Velvet. Sequins. Styles I’d only ever dreamt of wearing.

“Liam,” I hissed, arms overloaded. “This is too much.”

He sipped his champagne. “No such thing.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

And so I tried them on.

He sat like royalty, legs crossed, watching me parade outfits while delivering commentary that was half–flirty, half–serious.

“Too churchy.”

“Spin again.”

“Dangerously sexy. Keep that.

”

When I stepped out in a deep red velvet wrap dress, his entire body stilled.

“That one,” he said. “Definitely that one.”

I looked at myself in the mirror.

And for a second, I saw myself through his eyes–confident, bold, desirable.

His gaze

said everything he didn’t need to.

Just when I thought we were done, he pointed at a glass display in the corner.

“Add that too.”

”

I followed his gaze.

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A lingerie set. Black lace. Cut to filth. Expensive enough to feed a small country.

“Liam…”

He leaned in, voice dark and hot against my neck.

“You’re modeling that for me tonight.”

My knees nearly gave out.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Say that again later, when you’re screaming.”

“Liam.”

“Hmm?”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

I didn’t.

And as I watched him casually swipe his card, smiling like a man who’d just won, I realized this wasn’t just retail therapy.

This was Liam’s way of marking territory.

And honestly?

I kind of liked it.

After the shopping spree, Liam and I returned to his place, bags upon bags weighing down the trunk of the car. The ride home was filled with teasing banter and the occasional silence that stretched in a way that felt… warm. Comfortable. Like we were finally okay again. But the second we got inside, Liam’s phone buzzed.

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