The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Mia woke up slowly, her body warm and relaxed as memories of the night before washed over her. A shy smile tugged at her lips as her eyes fluttered open.

She replayed the way Alex had touched her, how gentle yet passionate he had been. The way his hands had lingered on her skin like she was something fragile, something to be cherished.

She turned her head, her smile growing as her cheeks flushed at the memory. Her fingers brushed over the spot on the bed where Alex had been, but it was empty. Confused, Mia sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest.

That’s when she saw him.

Alex was standing on the balcony, leaning casually against the railing. The early morning light highlighted his toned figure, his broad shoulders and bare chest glowing in the sunlight. He was only in his boxers, his back to her as he stared out at the city below.

Mia’s heart swelled.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this happy. She wanted to pinch herself, to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

Sliding off the bed, she wrapped the blanket around herself, keeping it snug as she padded softly toward him.

“Hi,” she said shyly, hesitating a few steps away.

She wanted to hug him, to wrap her arms around him and tell him how much last night had meant to her.

Alex didn’t turn around.

“Finally, Turner,” he said, his voice cold and sharp.

Mia froze.

Her smile faltered as her stomach twisted in confusion. Turner? Why was he calling her that? Hadn’t they moved past that?

She let out a nervous chuckle, trying to shake off the sudden tension. “Stop being a meanie,” she teased lightly, hoping to pull him out of whatever mood he was in. “My name is Mia-”

“I don’t care.”

The words hit her like a slap.

Her heart sank as she stared at his back, the playful tone in her voice dying instantly. She clutched the blanket tighter, suddenly feeling exposed.

“Did I… did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Alex finally turned to face her, and the look in his eyes was like a knife to her chest.

Gone was the warmth, the tenderness from last night. Now, he looked at her like she was nothing more than a mistake.

“Listen,” he said, his voice cold and detached. “There’s about twenty thousand dollars on the table. That’s for the date I promised to pay for.”

Mia blinked, her mind struggling to process his words.

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“What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She followed his gaze to the table and saw the bundle of cash sitting there. Her eyes darted back to Alex, her chest tightening with every passing second.

“I don’t understand,” she said, her voice cracking.

Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair as if this conversation was a chore.

“I don’t know what part you’re not getting,” he said, his tone impatient. “I promised you cash for three dates. Well, there’s the money. Take it and get lost.”

Mia’s legs wobbled as the ground seemed to shift beneath her. Her ears rang as his words echoed in her mind.

Get lost.

Her lips trembled as the first tear slid down her cheek. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked again, her voice breaking.

Alex’s gaze finally met hers, but there was no kindness in it. No trace of the man she thought she’d been with last night.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” he muttered, stepping past her and grabbing his shirt from the chair. “It wasn’t that serious, Turner. You were just unlucky enough to be chosen for a game by Zoe. This was just a fucking game to entertain her.”

Mia’s world shattered.

Her knees buckled as a sob clawed its way up her throat. She clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to stop the sound from escaping, but it was no use. Her whole body shook with the force of her heartbreak.

A game.

She had been a game to them.

Her vision blurred as tears streamed down her face. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All she knew was that she had to get out.

On autopilot, she stumbled back into the room and grabbed her clothes, pulling them on as fast as she could. She didn’t care that her shirt was inside out or that her shoes didn’t match. She just needed to leave.

Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she bolted for the door.

She didn’t stop. She didn’t look back.

Her heart felt like it was being ripped from her chest with every step she took. She didn’t stop running until she was outside, the cool morning air biting at her skin.

She told herself not to cry, not to let the people on the street see her like this, but the tears wouldn’t stop.

She had been so stupid. So, so stupid.

Her legs gave out as she reached the side of a building, and she sank to the ground, burying her face in her hands. Her body shook as sob after sob tore through her.

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