The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Mia stepped out of the cab, tugging at the hem of her jumpsuit for what had to be the tenth time in the past five minutes.

She spotted Emily and her boyfriend, Emily took one look at her and gasped.

“Mia, what the fuck?!”

Mia flinched, her self-consciousness skyrocketing. “Is it bad?” she whispered, feeling her cheeks burn.

“Bad?” Emily gawked at her like she had just lost her mind. “Are you kidding? Mia, you look hot! Like.

the cover of a magazine, hot!”

Mia felt her face heat up even more, but she quickly rolled her eyes to hide it. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m being honest,” Emily shot back. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that body under those oversized sweaters and boring work outfits.”

Mia groaned, shoving her friend lightly toward the car. “Just get in already.”

Emily laughed as she slid into the front seat, and Mia followed right after into the back seat.

Emily’s boyfriend, who had been patiently waiting in the driver’s seat, turned slightly and offered a polite smile. “Hey, Mia.”

“Hey,” she greeted, settling into the seat and forcing herself to relax.

As they pulled out onto the road, Mia’s hands fidgeted in her lap. The closer they got to the club, the harder her heart pounded.

She had been here before.

With Alex.

She remembered walking into that club on his arm, still affected from the aftermath of his underground fight. The bruises on his knuckles, the sharp, cocky smirk on his lips, the way he had dragged her into the VIP section like she belonged there.

And then… the humiliation.

How the rich brats of Willowcrest had looked at her like she was nothing.

How they had talked to her, laughed at her…made her feel so small until she had no choice but to run out of there with her dignity barely intact.

Mia sucked in a deep breath, gripping her knees to steady herself.

This is different.

Tonight, she wasn’t stepping into that world.

She wasn’t some fool being dragged into a place she didn’t belong by a man who treated her like a disposable toy.

She was going with friends. People on her level.

She was going to drink, dance, and have fun.

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This night had nothing to do with Alex Blackwell.

Even if some annoying part of her brain whispered that he might be there.

Mia clenched her jaw.

It doesn’t matter. Whether he’s there or not, it’s none of my business. I don’t have anything to do with him anymore.

The words repeated like a mantra in her head, a desperate attempt to shut out the storm of emotions threatening to consume her.

She was done with him.

She had to be.

When they arrived at the club, the bass of the music thumped in the air, vibrating through her chest as they approached the

entrance.

A long line stretched around the building, packed with people eager to get inside.

Mia exhaled, preparing herself for the wait.

Then, another memory crashed into her.

The last time she was here, there had been no waiting.

No standing in line like everyone else.

With Alex, they had walked straight past the crowd, straight into the VIP section, as if the place belonged to him.

Her stomach twisted.

Stop thinking about him! she screamed at herself internally. You didn’t come here with him today. Get him off your head for god’s sake!

“Mia, you okay?” Emily asked, nudging her lightly.

Mia forced a smile. “Yeah, just… not used to this.”

Emily grinned. “Welcome to real nightlife, babe.”

When they reached the front of the line, Mia tensed.

But Emily’s boyfriend, to her surprise, greeted the bouncer like an old friend.

The huge guy-built like a literal brick wall-grinned back and clapped him on the shoulder.

“My guy. Here to rock it out?”

Emily’s boyfriend chuckled. “Something like that. Think you can let us in?”

The bouncer didn’t even hesitate. “You know I got you.”

With a nod, he moved aside, waving them through.

Mia blinked in surprise.

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She had expected to wait in line for at least an hour, but apparently the guy was a regular.

As they stepped inside, the scent of alcohol, sweat, and different perfumes hit her at once.

The club was alive with flashing blue and red lights, bodies pressed together on the dance floor, and the deep bass of the music that made the floor vibrate beneath her heels.

Mia swallowed hard, feeling way too exposed.

Eyes turned toward her almost instantly.

Men stared. Some with admiration, some with hunger.

Her instinct screamed at her to cover up, to fold her arms over herself and hide like an idiot.

This is why I don’t wear tight clothes.

But she refused to let the discomfort swallow her.

Instead, she straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin, following Emily and her boyfriend as they made their way toward the bar.

She can do this.

Tonight, she was letting herself have fun.

Alex didn’t want to be here.

He could’ve been anywhere else—at home, alone in his car taking a drive. But no. Lucas had dragged him out, saying he needed to be here, that they had to celebrate his new contract.

And of course, Zoe was here too.

Not that Alex was avoiding his girlfriend.

Not exactly.

He just didn’t have the energy to deal with her tonight.

All they do is fight…

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Do you even want to be with me anymore?”

“What is going on?”

“Is all these still about that Turner girl”

She wasn’t wrong. He was different. Something had shifted in him, and for once, he didn’t have the words to explain it.

Alex sat in his usual spot in the VIP section, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene around him.

Drugs.

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Alcohol.

Sex in the air.

Lucas was already on the dance floor, a girl grinding against him like she had known him for years when they had only met twenty minutes ago. Sammy, their other friend, was kicked back on the couch, a girl draped over his lap, whispering something in his ear that made him smirk.

And then there was Zoe.

Dancing.

Not with him.

She was pressed up against some guy, moving her body slowly, deliberately, tossing her hair back and giving Alex side glances every few seconds, waiting for a reaction.

She wanted him to get jealous, especially since they are fighting.

To get angry.

To do something.

But Alex felt nothing.

He stared at her for a moment, then looked away, uninterested.

Instead, he raised his glass to his lips, letting the burn of whiskey slide down his throat as his gaze shifted to the regular section of the club.

The place was packed tonight. People were pressed together, sweat slicking their skin, drinks spilling over, tongues down each other’s throats.

It was all so loud. So messy. So… unappealing.

He didn’t want to be here.

Didn’t want to drink.

Didn’t want to fuck.

Didn’t want anything.

Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair, about to tell Lucas he was leaving-

Then he saw her.

His body tensed up immediately.

He blinked, thinking maybe his mind was playing tricks on him.

But no.

That was Turner.

What the fuck was she doing here?

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She wasn’t the clubbing type. That detail he knows about her, he’s not supposed to know anything about this girl, but he does.

He remembers every fucking detail she had told him with that stupid innocent smile. Smiles that won’t leave his fucking

head.

Alex straightened in his seat, his attention sharpening.