Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 65- Red vs Blue Menu Part 2/2

Friday, July 12th, 2013

Gordon's Point of View

(Y/N) winces as the door slams shut. I wish I hadn't played up the drama for the beady camera in the corner. I never expected to take (Y/N) into the pantry, but she seems to be losing her grip.

How could she have been so absent-minded after having completed a service running both kitchens? Something must be bothering her.

"Tell me what's going on. Why are you so distracted?"

(Y/N) stares at the ground and whimpers. The glimmer of tears forming at the corners of her eyes catches my attention. My heart starts to feel heavy. Where is my beautiful girlfriend's smile? Her spirit? Where did her happiness go? Can I help bring it back?

Without a second thought, I wrap my arms around her and rest my cheek atop her head, closing my eyes. Her familiar scent reaches my nose. Anything I felt about what I saw between her and Abel is swept away as I squeeze her tightly, trying to provide as much comfort as possible.

The tension in her body releases as she wraps her arms around my back and digs her fingers into my chef's jacket. She quietly sobs and her body trembles like a leaf in the wind. I raise a hand and hold the back of her head as she leans into my chest.

What could have happened to cause this? Did one of the other chefs upset her? A flame of anger ignites before I smother it. If something happened that was that serious, she'd tell me.

...Wouldn't she?

Her sobs quiet and she grips the front of my jacket, looking at me. Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears. She lets go of my jacket and steps backward.

"Sorry for ruining your jacket, Chef..." She sniffles.

"My jacket means fuck-all to me," I dismiss her apology as I fight the urge to draw her back. "Now, can you please tell me what's wrong?"

She gives me a perplexed glance. "I thought you knew already?"

"Knew what?"

"Two days ago I fainted in the dorms-"

"You fainted? Are you alright?"

She nods with a small frown.

I grit my teeth. She'd fainted. But why? Was she sick? was I overdoing it with the strain of the recent challenges? Was being head chef too much pressure? Maybe I should've been easier on her so she wouldn't push herself so hard to impress me.

What's worse is that I had no idea about it. No one told me. None of the film crew, the interviewers, or even (Y/N) herself had let me know. As an executive producer, it is my business to know. So why was I left in the dark while (Y/N) was suffering alone?

"Abel caught me before I hit the ground. I told him what had me so upset..."

My neck tenses. Abel.

I had wrestled with whether or not I should send (Y/N) to the blue team in the first place. I didn't feel quite right about sending the woman I love straight into a team full of men. But her strength in the red kitchen was so outstanding that she had been stifling the other girls on the red team. I felt like I had no choice.

I should have known it would be a mistake. Any man with half a brain would see how much of a catch (Y/N) is. She's beautiful, talented, kindhearted, affectionate and intelligent beyond belief. And Abel is a man with talent and intelligence to rival hers. It's clear he sees her as more than mere respectful competition.