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

I should have pushed him away.

I should have told him to back off.

Because the moment Aiden stepped between my legs, placing his hands on my thighs with a casual dominance that sent a jolt of heat straight through my body, I was trapped.

Trapped between my own desires and the logic screaming at me that this was a mistake.

Trapped between his intoxicating scent—clean, musky, expensive—and the slow, deliberate way his thumbs brushed over the sensitive skin of my thighs.

I swallowed hard, gripping my spoon like it was my only anchor to reality. Breathe, Alexia. Focus. Think.

"What… what exactly do you mean by this proposition?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.

Aiden smirked, tilting his head slightly, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement—as if he knew I was stalling. As if he could see right through me.

Slow Fall