The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Mia was having fun.

Or at least, she was trying to.

The alcohol in her system was helping. Just enough to make her loosen up, just enough to dull the constant voice in her head telling her she didn’t belong here.

Emily was laughing, her boyfriend had his arm around her waist, and the music was loud enough to make the entire club pulse. The crowd was alive, moving together in waves of heat, sweat, and flashing lights.

Mia wasn’t drunk, but she was relaxed enough to stop caring about the eyes on her.

For once, she let herself enjoy the moment.

Emily’s boyfriend’s friend had finally arrived. Phil. He was tall, well-dressed, and a little too eager, but he was friendly enough.

She had shaken his hand, offered a polite smile, and then turned back to stare at the dance floor, hoping he’d take the hint.

But he didn’t.

Mia could feel his eyes on her.

She knew exactly where this was going.

It always started the same way-the casual introductions, the small talk, the lingering looks, and then the inevitable attempt to flirt.

She hated these situations.

Not because she was uncomfortable with men, but because she never knew how to reject them without seeming rude. She didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, but she also wasn’t about to lead someone on.

Phil was talking about his job, something about investments or real estate, but Mia wasn’t really listening.

She nodded when appropriate, let out an occasional “hmm” or “yeah,” but her mind was elsewhere.

Her mind was on someone she shouldn’t be thinking about.

Is Alex here tonight?

She had told herself she wouldn’t care.

That it wouldn’t matter.

But she had glanced at the VIP section more times than she wanted to admit.

Each time, she felt stupid for doing it.

Each time, she told herself it didn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter, Mia.

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And since she hadn’t, she told herself he wasn’t.

That was good.

That was great.

It meant she could actually enjoy herself without him ruining her night.

Emily and her boyfriend had disappeared onto the dance floor, leaving Mia alone with Phil.

“Do you want another drink?” he asked, leaning closer.

Mia shook her head. “Maybe later.”

She forced a smile, then-stupidly, impulsively-glanced toward the VIP section again.

And froze.

Her heart stuttered.

Because she had just locked eyes with Alex Blackwell.

Her stomach twisted.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Alex is here?

Oh fuck.

Alex was here.

He was standing at the VIP section, one hand resting casually against the glass balcony that overlooked the rest of the club.

Watching her.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

She could feel Phil still talking beside her, but his words were nothing more than background noise now.

“Are you okay?” Phil asked, noticing her change in demeanor.

Mia swallowed, forcing a small nod. “Yeah,” she breathed out.

But she wasn’t.

Her pulse was hammering in her chest, so loud she swore it was echoing in her ears.

Why had she looked?

Why was Alex looking at her?

God, she hated this.

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Hated how easily he could make her feel small.

Forget him, Mia.

He hurt you. He humiliated you. Forget he even exists.

She sucked in a breath, shaking herself internally.

She could do this.

She wouldn’t let him ruin her night.

But her body betrayed her.

Before she could stop herself, her eyes flickered back toward him.

And he was still watching her.

Intensely.

His face was unreadable, but there was something about his stare that made her feel exposed, like he could see right through

her.

Mia’s breath hitched, and for the briefest moment, she held his gaze.

Then she looked away, heat crawling up her neck.

Why?

Why was he looking at her like that?

She took a deep breath, forcing her thoughts back to reality.

Alex didn’t matter.

Not tonight.

She turned back to Phil, trying to focus on the words coming out of his mouth.

She didn’t know what he was saying.

Didn’t really care.

But maybe if she pretended hard enough, she could drown out the feeling of Alex’s eyes burning into her from across the

room.

Alex on the other hand couldn’t explain what was happening to him.

The moment he saw Mia talking to some guy-laughing, leaning in, giving him her attention-something inside him snapped.

⚫It wasn’t just irritation.

It wasn’t just annoyance.

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It was rage.

A tight, suffocating heat burned in his chest, his fingers curling around his glass as he fought the sudden and overwhelming urge to storm over there and put a stop to whatever was happening.

He had no right to feel this way.

But it didn’t stop him from wanting to rip that guy away from her.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Alex Blackwell doesn’t do jealous.

He had never cared about Zoe dancing with other men, never gave a shit if she flirted with someone to make him mad. It was all a game, something he never took seriously.

But this-this was different.

Mia Turner was different.

He had spent the past few weeks trying to convince himself she didn’t matter. That he didn’t care about her. That what happened between them meant nothing.

So why did the sight of her with another man make his vision blur with anger?

He was losing it.

Maybe he really did need to see a doctor.

Because there was no logical reason for the way his heart was hammering in his chest, the way his jaw was clenched so tightly it ached.

He brought his glass to his lips, pretending to be unaffected.

But his grip on the glass tightened as Mia threw her head back, laughing at whatever bullshit the guy was saying.

He’s probably not even funny.

Alex wanted to punch him.

Wanted to pull Mia away.

Wanted her to stop smiling at another man like that.

Fucking hell.

“Alex, what’s really going on? I’m losing my mind here.”

Zoe’s voice snapped him back to reality.

He barely noticed her walking toward him, but now she stood close, her arms crossed, her face twisted in frustration.

He didn’t answer, barely glanced her way.

His eyes were still glued to Mia.

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Zoe followed his gaze, turning toward the dance floor.

She stiffened beside him.

Her expression went from frustration to shock.

Then suspicion.

“Is that Turner?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

Alex said nothing.

He lifted his glass again, taking a slow sip.

But he didn’t stop staring.

Zoe’s eyes narrowed.