His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 67

Mason was a different person here. Focused. Sharp. Demanding when needed. Gone was the laid–back flirt. I watched him mic–check, adjust sound levels, give nods of approval to the stage lighting.

It was like watching a conductor lead a full orchestra–except the orchestra was backup dancers, stagehands, and a million–dollar light rig.

“You okay?” Joe asked, stepping beside me.

“Completely overwhelmed,” I whispered. “In a good way.”

He chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. Just don’t let Olivia corner you. She bites.”

I smiled. “Yeah… I noticed.”

After a few hours, the team wrapped. Mason waved me over.

“Hungry?”

“Starving.”

We ended up at a low–key but fancy restaurant near the hotel. Dark wood. Dim lighting. Jazz music floating in the background.

Mason ditched the hoodie for a black tee and jeans. Somehow, he still looked like someone who belonged on the cover of Rolling Stone. I tried not to look too out of place in my sundress and tired eyes.

“I had no idea touring was this much work,” I said, stirring my drink. “I thought you just… show and sing.”

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He laughed, leaning back in his seat. “You just offended every artist on the planet.”

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

”

He smiled. “It’s a grind. You write, you rehearse, you fly, you market, you perform. Then you do it again. And again. The glamour’s just what people are allowed to see.”

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“Well, then you make exhaustion look good.”

He held my gaze a second too long. “Careful, or I might start thinking you’re into me.”

I rolled my eyes, and we changed the subject.

We talked about music. Travel. His worst fan encounter (hint: someone tried to steal his shoe mid–performance), and what song almost didn’t make his last album. It felt easy.

After dinner, we both retired. He to his floor. Me to mine.

I showered and collapsed into the ridiculously soft bed, my muscles aching but oddly light.

my heart

Then my phone rang.

I ignored it.

It rang again.

Then again.

I groaned and reached for it.

Sophia.

I answered on the fourth ring. “It’s midnight.”

“Couldn’t wait until morning?”

“What now?”

“Oh, just that you’ve officially made it to gossip blogs. Congrats.”

I shot upright. “What?”

Her voice was gleeful. “You and Mason. Airport. Rehearsal. Him fixing your hair while you giggled like a teenager? Babe, they’re calling you his secret muse.”

My heart sank.

I reached for my iPad and typed in the gossip site’s name.

There it was.

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Photo after photo.

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Me laughing beside Mason at soundcheck.

Him brushing a strand of hair from my face.

Us stepping off the jet together.

The captions were wild. The comments? Wilder.

I dropped the tablet on the bed.

This… was going to be a problem.

A big one.

Especially with Liam.

And definitely with Olivia.

And somehow, I had a sinking feeling this tour had only just begun.

Sleep came like a wave after the emotional turbulence of the night. I must’ve been more tired than I thought, because even Sophia’s call didn’t stop me. I barely remembered dropping my phone beside the pillow. My body sank into the luxurious bed, and for a while, nothing else mattered. The noise, the headlines, the photos, all of it faded beneath the weight of exhaustion.

Peace, however, is always temporary.

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