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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The room was still bathed in early morning darkness, the faintest hint of dawn creeping in through the curtains. The world outside was quiet, still asleep—just like Alexia had been moments ago before I decided I wanted more.

She blinked up at me, still lost between sleep and wakefulness, her brows furrowing slightly as her lips parted. My fingers were still inside her, moving slow, teasing. Her body was already responding, dampening around my touch, pulling me in.

"Aiden…" she murmured, voice raspy from sleep.

"Morning, sweetheart," I said again, this time pressing a kiss to her parted lips. She tasted like sleep, warmth, and last night—a combination that made something in my chest tighten.

Morning Pleasure