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

Waking up naked—but somehow clean—on the couch in Aiden's office was definitely not something I had ever imagined for myself. Not in a million years.

The dim glow of the office lights cast long shadows on the walls, and as I slowly sat up, my muscles ached in places they never had before. Aiden's scent surrounded me—on the leather couch, on my skin, in the air.

His black suit jacket was draped over me, covering my bare skin, and the realization hit like a freight train. We had slept together.

My heart pounded as flashes of what happened raced through my mind. His hands on me, the way he kissed me like he wanted to consume me, the way he whispered my name in that low, husky voice—

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to slow my breathing.

He had been rough, then gentle. He had taken his time. He had taken me.

Awkward