The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Alex stared at Mia, watching her chest rise and fall with every steady breath. Her face was relaxed, the faintest shadow of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She looked peaceful. Innocent, even.

He should have felt guilty. He knew that. A decent man would’ve felt something-even a tiny bit of remorse or even a trace of regret-but Alex Blackwell wasn’t a decent man. Never was and will never will be

He let his gaze drift to the red stain on the bed. The proof of her innocence, of what had happened between them, stared back at him like a silent accusation.

Mia Turner was a virgin.

And now, she wasn’t.

Alex ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling under his skin. What the hell had come over him last night?

He wasn’t supposed to want her. She was a Turner, for God’s sake. That name alone carried all the baggage he’d spent years avoiding.

And yet…

Something about her had made him forget. The way she looked at him, hesitant but unafraid, like she was trying to figure out who he really was.

The way her touch had felt-so soft, so unsure, yet trusting. And the way she’d whispered his name like it was something precious.

It had done something to him.

No, he decided. It wasn’t her. It was the alcohol. He’d been tipsy. That had to be it. The craving, the pull—it wasn’t real.

He glanced back at the red spot and scowled. It didn’t matter now. What was done was done.

Rising from the bed, Alex grabbed his boxer and yanked them on. He moved quietly, careful not to wake her, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. It wasn’t like she was going to thank him when she woke up to face the monster that he is.

He reached for the bundle of cash in his jacket pocket and slapped it down onto the small table by the window.

The whole thing had started with a price, a sum for a date. There’s no point completing that deal anymore. Alex has gotten to the finish line Already.

He’s willing to still pay her the complete fee for three dates.

A transaction. Completed

That’s all it was.

Before he could dwell on the bitter taste in his mouth, Alex pulled out his phone and typed out a quick message to Zoe.

*Done. Can we stop this nonsense now, please?*

The reply came almost instantly.

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Chapter 32

Good morning, baby! Finally!*

Alex could practically see the excitement radiating from her words. He imagined her in her silk pajamas, a satisfied smirk on her face as she sipped her morning coffee.

Another message popped up seconds later:

*How was it?*

Alex’s jaw clenched. His tongue poked at the inside of his cheek as he stared at the screen, debating how to answer.

How was it?

He didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to admit…especially not to Zoe…that he’d enjoyed it. That it had felt good. Too good.

He wasn’t supposed to feel anything, and yet the memory of Mia beneath him, the way she’d looked at him, trusted him…

Damn it.

He typed back, his fingers moving fast:

*Why ask if you already know?*

He tossed the phone onto the table, but it buzzed again almost immediately.

Again he picks it up

*That bad, huh?* Zoe’s message read.

Alex’s lip curled in frustration. She wasn’t going to let it go.

*I’m sorry, baby,* .

Another message followed.

*We’ll celebrate tonight at Casa. Later, I’ll make you feel real good, enough to wipe away the bad memories*

Alex stared at the words, his stomach turning. The thought of Zoe—their history, her schemes, her hold over him-left him feeling hollow.

He used to enjoy their little games, he used to bask in it and now-

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