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

The car ride was quiet—well, on her end, at least.

Alexia sat with her arms crossed, staring out the window like she was trying to pretend I didn't exist. I found it amusing, especially since her lips were still slightly parted, and she kept pressing them together like she was trying to erase the memory of my kiss.

I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel, stealing glances at her every few seconds. She was still flustered, her chest rising and falling just a bit faster than normal.

So she really didn't expect that kiss.

Because I didn't expect to do it either.

And yet, the moment I saw Sinclair watching her—watching us—I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Maybe it was petty. Maybe it was possessive.

But I liked seeing Alexia with my mark on her lips.

Something's Changing