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

What we did… it wasn't part of the plan.

And fuck, when I was cleaning her up, I still wanted her. That frightened me.

This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to happen.

I didn't love Alexia. My heart was with Liz. I had spent years believing that. So why was I so drawn to her?

Why did the feel of her skin still linger on my hands? Why did the memory of her moans still echo in my mind?

I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose as I sat in my office. I had thrown myself into work the moment I left her, trying to shake off whatever this was.

Then why the hell did I almost go back?

Intimacy Without Feelings