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

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I sucked in a breath, holding myself back as I watched her. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling with every shaky inhale. Fuck. She was beautiful like this—flushed, needy, barely holding herself together.

Dragging my hands up her sides, I tightened my grip on her hips, feeling the way she trembled under my touch. I wanted to take my time, to savor every second of this, but patience had never been my strong suit. Especially not when it came to her.

With one swift motion, I yanked her shorts down her legs and tossed them aside, my eyes locked on her face the entire time. Her pupils were blown wide, her skin feverish beneath my fingers. I could tell she was waiting—anticipating what came next.

I smirked. Impatient, aren't we?

Horrors Of The Past