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 was feeling on top of the world.

No—scratch that. I was feeling like a king. Like I had conquered something untouchable, claimed something mine.

I couldn't even bring myself to put on my usual cold, indifferent CEO mask.

What the hell was Alexia doing to me?

I sat at my desk, attempting to focus on the reports Tobias had prepared, but my mind kept straying. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her—the way she had looked beneath me, the way she had moaned my name, the way her body had clung to mine so perfectly, like she had been made for me.

My fingers twitched. I could still feel her, still hear the breathy sounds she made when I teased her, still taste her on my lips.

Day Dream