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 sound of water filled the bathroom, steam curling around us, but all I could focus on was her.

Alexia was wrecked—her body trembling, her breathing uneven as she leaned against the tile. I should've stepped back, given her space to recover, but I couldn't.

My hands were still on her hips, fingers pressing into soft, wet skin. My forehead rested against her shoulder, my own breath coming hard and fast.

I had never lost control like that before.

And yet, even now, I wasn't satisfied.

I should be pulling away, wrapping a towel around her, making some stupid remark to ease the tension, but I couldn't. My grip tightened, my fingers flexing against her skin, grounding myself in the way she felt against me.

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