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

Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince:Masquerading as aMan

Try This

I sighed dramatically, kicking off my heels before sinking into the plush leather couch in Aiden's office. If I was going to be dragged into his mess, I might as well make myself comfortable while waiting for my well-earned reward—wine.

The office was ridiculously spacious, filled with sleek furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. The perks of being married to a billionaire, I guess.

I ran my fingers over my lips, still slightly swollen from earlier. Damn Aiden and his kisses. I should be mad at him, but my brain was still playing reruns of what happened in the hallway. I groaned, shaking my head. Nope. Not thinking about that.

Aiden had disappeared to handle whatever urgent business he had, leaving me alone in his office. Good. I needed a moment to gather myself.

Just as I was about to lie down completely and take a much-needed nap, the door suddenly flew open.

Under The Influence