His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

He was sitting on the bed.

Fresh from a shower, damp hair pushed back, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a long–sleeved shirt clinging to his frame. His feet were planted on the floor, elbows resting on his knees, gaze locked on the window like he was waiting for someone to show up outside and tell him how to feel.

“Hey,” I said softly, stepping into the room.

He didn’t even blink.

I walked over and sat beside him, careful not to get too close.

“Are you good?”

Silence.

“Are you okay with me being here?”

Nothing.

“Liam, please. At least say something.”

He didn’t look at me. Didn’t move. The silence cut deeper than any words.

I let out a curse under

my

breath. “Seriously?”

He finally turned his head, just enough for his voice to carry.

“Why did you come back?”

I swallowed. “For you.”

He looked at me fully now, his eyes unreadable. “I don’t remember asking you to.

“I didn’t say you did,” I said, trying to stay calm. “I came because I wanted to.”

”

His jaw clenched. “Why? Wasn’t the tour fun anymore? The attention? The cameras? Being someone else’s mystery girl?”

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That stung.

My lips parted. “Are you being serious right now?”

He said nothing.

“You think I came back because I couldn’t handle being in the spotlight? That I got bored of Mason?”

Not a word.

I stood. “You know what? Maybe this was a mistake.”

I turned to walk toward the door.

But his hand shot out and caught my wrist. His grip was firm–not rough, just… unyielding.

He pulled me back, turning me to face him.

“Do you really think coming here was a mistake?”

His voice was raw. Low. Like it hurt to even ask.

I blinked. My heart thundered in my chest.

He stepped closer, eyes locking on mine.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Say it was a mistake and I’ll let you go.”

My mouth opened, but no words came out.

The tension between us snapped tight like a wire pulled too far.

I felt the heat of him, the electric charge between us rising.

His hand slipped to the side of my neck, thumb brushing just below my jaw.

“You’re not repeating it because deep down, you know it’s a lie,” he muttered.

I didn’t move.

“You came back because you couldn’t stay away.

And before I could say anything, he kissed me.

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No hesitation. No gentle lead–in.

Just raw, bottled–up frustration and longing crashing together.

His lips were firm, demanding. I melted into it, hands sliding to his chest, his shirt wrinkling under my fingers.

We broke apart only long enough to breathe.

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