lucy_mumbua

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.

Alexia POV:
Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.

When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the "accidental" brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say "unpaid rent."

Spoilt Princess Reincarnate As a Waitress

For a second, we both froze. His hands were awkwardly placed on my chest, his face inches from mine. My heart was racing, but not in the good, romantic way. More like the oh-crap-what-just-happened kind of way.

His eyes widened in realization, but instead of apologizing, his face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"Get off me, you jerk!" I snapped, shoving at his chest, which, annoyingly, felt like shoving a brick wall.

He scrambled up, muttering something under his breath, and I could've sworn I saw a flicker of embarrassment. Good. He should be embarrassed.

As I sat up, fixing the shirt he'd nearly ripped open, I glared at him. "Next time, use your words like a normal person instead of turning into some caveman. And for the record, I'm keeping this shirt on!"

His jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. Instead, he turned and stormed off, leaving me fuming on the floor.

Wearing My Clothes (III)