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

(MATURE CONTENT AHEAD)

The second that one word—yes—fell from her lips, I lost it.

I kissed her like I was a dying man and she was the only thing keeping me alive.

Because nothing—nothing—had ever felt like this before.

Her lips were soft and warm, parting for me so easily, so perfectly, like they were made for me. Like she was made for me.

When I felt her knees give out, instinct took over.

I grabbed her thighs and lifted her effortlessly, groaning at how natural it felt to have her wrapped around me. Fuck. This was right.

Her body was small against mine, but the way she fit against me? Perfect.

I pressed her harder against the door, needing more, needing all of her. My grip tightened on her waist as I rolled my hips against her, swallowing the soft gasp that left her lips.

Pleasures Without Attachments