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

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Okay, I can't completely blame it on the wine. But it definitely played a part.

Because my reasoning? Completely disarmed.

One kiss. That's all it was supposed to be. Just a taste.

But once I had her—once I felt the way her body responded to mine—I couldn't stop.

Her skin was like silk beneath my hands, warm, inviting, her scent clouding my senses. And those sounds she made? Fuck. They undid me. Completely.

She wasn't holding back. Neither was I.

I lifted her off the desk, her legs instinctively wrapping around me as I carried her to the couch. My mouth never left hers, devouring every whimper, every sigh.

I laid her down beneath me, my body pressing into hers, my hands roaming over her curves, memorizing every inch.

Going Beyond