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His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 75

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Chapter 75

Sophia padded in a few minutes later, barefoot, wearing black oversized shirt. She looked unusually serious, eyes glued to her phone as she slid onto the kitchen island stool without a word.

Good morning,I said.

She blinked once, distracted. Hey.

Silence stretched. I served the eggs, then poured us both orange juice. She still hadn’t looked

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Everything okay?

Another pause. Then she grinned, dropped her phone on the counter, and leaned forward dramatically.

I have good news.

I narrowed my eyes. What kind of good news?

Sophia wiggled her brows. I’m traveling. Which meansShe spread her arms. You and my dear brother get the whole house to yourselves. Scream. Break a lamp. Go wild.

I raised an eyebrow. Why are you always traveling lately?

She gave a wicked laugh. You’re not the only one with a man dying to have her around. This girl needs her own late night adventures too.

I nearly choked on my juice. Who is he? Should I offer

my condolences?

Emily!she gasped, mockoffended. How can a man lucky enough to hold my attention be unlucky? That’s blasphemy.

So? Who is this mystery man?

She smirked and crossed her legs. Maybe one day I’ll be generous enough to give you all the details. For now, just know he’s hot. And obsessed with me.

I leaned on the counter. Does Liam know him?

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God, no! Promise me you won’t say anything.

Understood. Operation Don’t Tell Big Brother in motion. But you know you’re a grown woman right?

Try telling that to Liam and Jay. The last time I tried dating someone, they found out he once shoplifted a candy bar in fifth grade. Fifth grade, Em.

I laughed. They’re doing what big brothers do best.

Being overbearing and nosy? Yeah. Aplus effort.

Just then, Liam strolled into the kitchen shirtless, hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of a GQ ad. His eyes landed on me.

You left the bed,he said with mock betrayal.

Sophia stood and stretched. And on that note, I’ll give you lovebirds the kitchen. Try not to scar me for life.

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Once she was gone, Liam walked up behind me, sliding his arms around

my

waist.

Mmm. You smell amazing. I could eat you for breakfast.

Liam,I warned, trying not to smile. Let me cook.

Remember the counter? Still fresh in my memory. We could make new memories real quick.

If this food burns, you’re making the next batch.

He held up his hands. Alright. I surrender to the chef.

I flipped the last pancake and turned to him. So, what’s on today’s agenda?

He leaned against the counter, suddenly serious. We’re going out tonight.

I blinked. We are?

He nodded. “Al launch. I’ve been avoiding it for personal reasons. But nowhaving you here changes things. We’ll go together.

There was weight in his tone. Unspoken intent. I understood.

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He wanted the world to see us.

He wanted to make a statement.

And not just to the press.

Hours later, the transformation was complete. My gold satin dress hugged my curves like a second skin. Liam, in a midnight black suit, looked like he could shut down Wall Street with a single glance. He adjusted his cufflinks like a man preparing for battle. Calm. Calculated. Unshakably in control.

The car ride was quiet. Focused. A different kind of anticipation buzzed between us. His hand rested on my thigh, a casual touch that still managed to make my pulse race.

As we pulled up to the venue, the air changed.

Flashbulbs. Shouts. A wave of camera flashes erupted as soon as our car door opened. I could hear the buzz of reporters, the chatter of tech insiders, the clicks and whirs of eager lenses.

We stepped out together.

The energy outside the venue was electric, part launch event, part fashion runway. People called his name. Then mine.

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