His Private Chef

Emily, a stunning 22 year old, was raised by her mother. She returned home from college for the summer, with plans to spend the holiday with her mom, an esteemed private chef in Los Angeles.

But when her mother falls too ill to fulfill a high-profile summer job, She is forced to take her place.

She never expected her summer to involve working for Liam Black,the city's most sought after bachelor.

Will they blur the lines or keep things strictly professional?

One summer job, everything changes…..

I was getting ready to resume my new summer job today. Technically, It wasn’t mine to begin with. My mom was the one who signed the six-week contract. I was just standing in for her.

I had come home to spend my last college summer with her. Senior year was just around the corner, and honestly, I couldn’t wait to get that degree in culinary arts.

My love for cooking, I inherited from my mom. A renowned chef in Los Angeles.

My father, God rest his soul, died when I was just four. Since then it’s been my mom and I. She’s all I got. So, when I returned home and found her looking pale. I knew there was no way I was letting her take on a job, no matter the personality involved.

She did try her best to persuade me otherwise.

“I have already signed the contract” she said

But I stood my ground. Her health was more crucial than anything. No way she is working in this condition. You should see her. She looked unwell.

“It is the Black family Emily. You know how powerful they are. Just let me do it. I’ll rest after this job, i promise”

She had pleaded with me. No matter how heartfelt her plea, I won’t budge. I offered to do the job myself instead. I grew up in the kitchens, assisting her through events. This won't be difficult for me to handle.

She needs to rest. So, I sent her to Houston to recover at my aunt’s place. Far away from the temptation of taking up a new job. I may or may not have threatened to never come home again if she refused.

Funny how the roles reversed. I am now parenting her. She left yesterday evening, and the house has been too quiet.

When I was done getting ready, I checked myself in the mirror. Black pants, a white top tucked in neatly, and my long black hair pulled into a ponytail. I looked the part. I nodded to my reflection, grabbed my keys, and headed out.

The address led me to one of those neighborhoods that are reserved only for the rich, powerful and Influential. Wide streets, well manicured lawns. Everything screams money. I am not surprised, it is the Black family. They dominate the business world. Real estate, IT, Hospitality. You named it. Their surname opens doors in this city.

I was granted access after I displayed my gate pass,