Chris X Chef の小説・ストーリー

As soon as Chris turned his attention towards Xavier he let out a small chuckle. "What's with the look." Xavier raised his eyebrow. "She said she loves you." Chris rolled his eyes. "So?" He questioned nonchalantly. "So I am like what the fuck. How this happened. Like how can she ends up loving you after all the shits you have done to her." Xavier said in pure shock making Chris let out a small laugh. "Manipulation," Chris stated with a small smirk. Even Xavier couldn't deny how evil this bastard looked.

Alexa sniffed the air around her in satisfaction, she took a seat on a wooden chair opposite Chris, a never ending grin graced her face as she stared down at the bowl of instant noodles Chris made for her.. "So far all the guys I have met knows how to cook, I think I'm gonna take cooking classes from now on" Chris chuckled taking off his suit jacket, he settled back on his seat and proceeded to eat his meal.. "You have a nice apartment, I was wondering why your kitchen looked like it was set ablaze"

Without hearing Jace’s reply, she drags me inside the office and closes the door on his face. The delicious smell of food and the sweet smell of dessert reach my nares, making my stomach growl. I didn’t even realize I was hungry. I snap my head to the location of the smell and see a small feast on the right side of the room. There are various dishes on the table—vegetable stew, beef steak, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, vegetable salad, cake, and brownies. Is this what Chris eats every day if he stays at the packhouse? Behind his mahogany desk, Chris stares at a piece of document sitting in front of him. His elbows are on the desk and his hands are folded together. His eyebrows are knitted

I was finally out of his lair and I didn't think that there was anything that would take me back there. “What happened? It looks like you saw a ghost or something.” Chris laughed. He was the main chef of the Donovan house and a very good friend of mine. I chuckled, knowing that what he said was just the accurate description of how I was looking at that moment. “Not a ghost, Christ, just introduced to Emma’s sons.” “Oh, I see you’ve met the famous boys,” he smiled. I watched as he expertly mixed the recipe for Emma’s favorite stew. I didn’t know how famous they were but I couldn't wait to hear the gist from him.

Chris nodded at a few of the staff members as he headed to the kitchen. He was pretty well-known at Jenny’s now, and he found he kind of liked that. The people here made a change from ex-Rangers and bikers; God knows his life was populated with plenty of them, and that was cool. But spending time with wait staff who knew every type of wine under the sun, and pastry chefs who could prepare delicate desserts from scratch, was an education in itself.

All they had to do was make the dishes Winter liked. “No,” Chris said calmly. “I’m going to toast some peanuts.” With that, he rolled up his sleeves without looking at them. “Go back to what you were doing.” All five staff members froze. It was only when Chris picked up a skillet that they snapped out of it and hurried forward. “Mr. Xander, please let us do it.” “No need.” Chris seemed to think of something, and his voice softened into something calm and distant. “I haven’t made them for her in a long time.”

Xavier chuckles and holds his hand up in surrender. “I'll leave you two to it then,” Ramsey said and leaves, with the server following behind him once more. I'm left alone with Xavier once again who's watching me intently. “Who was that man?” I ask. “That's Ramsey Gordon, CEO of Taste. He's also the head chef.” “Oh…” I have more questions but I don't get to ask them because Xavier stands and comes around the table, grabbing my plate from the table. “Now this,” Xavier says, gesturing to the first dish, “is truffle butter filet mignon.”

Xavier, who came up with Chris, heard the noises too. Both stood outside the door and looked at each other in dismay. Xavier looked at Chris. “Chris, what’s wrong with dad? Why is he so angry?” Chris shook his head and remained silent with a tense face. Then, when he saw Xavier come alone, he asked, “Where’s your woman?” Xavier chuckled. “She isn’t feeling well, so she went to the restroom.” Chris nodded. Then, both of them pushed the door open and went in. Creak…

His smile grew to a playful grin, yet there was a hint of sadness in it. "Hmm," Miya responded with a smile. "But you are someone of great success and wealth, possibly as successful as Xenon, if not more. How is it possible that you don't get attention from people?" "I have people work for me and manage the business." "I see." "I look forward to our lunch," Chris said rather cheerfully and walked out of the kitchen. As Miya brought out the food, Chris was very impressed. He nodded approval. "Can you cook Asian food as well? Chinese?"

Had she found out about me telling Chris the truth and this was all a trap; a way to blow us and all her enemies up? Yeah, I know. I needed to calm down. Maybe a glass or two of champagne would help, but for now, I don’t think I would be able to settle my mind if I did not have some alcohol in my system. Chris on the other hand, seemed unfazed by everything happening around us. It looked like he was in his element, and honestly, I knew he was. He was a big-time CEO and Billionaire. A waiter was passing our way with a tray of exquisitely crafted champagne flutes, and I eagerly reached out to take one, hoping it would help calm my nerves.