The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

“Problems?” Dalia asked, her tone calm but filled with curiosity.

Alex let out a sharp breath, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His fingers threaded through his hair, gripping it for a moment before he let go.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “I felt guilty. And I shouldn’t. I don’t fucking understand that emotion. I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t force myself on her. She wanted it too.”

His jaw clenched, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

He wished that was the end of it. That he could just move on, like he always did.

But he couldn’t.

“I thought I was feeling bad about it because she was a virgin,” he admitted. “She wasn’t like her sisters. And she didn’t take the money I offered her.”

His hands curled into fists as he thought about that night, about her.

Mia’s face was burned into his memory-red-rimmed eyes, trembling lips, the way she had looked at him like he had ruined

her.

It should have meant nothing to him.

But it did.

And it pissed him off.

“I couldn’t get her teary face out of my mind,” he muttered. “So I made it my mission to make sure she took the damn money.”

Dalia stayed silent, watching him closely.

“I couldn’t even celebrate the bet with Zoe,” Alex continued, his voice lower now. “My girlfriend suddenly didn’t feel right around me anymore.”

That part had messed him up the most.

He and Zoe had been together for years. She was his type-wild, exciting, someone who never got too attached. Their relationship had always been easy, a game they both played.

So why the fuck did she suddenly make his skin itch?

Why did the thought of touching her make him feel wrong?

Dalia rested her chin on her palm, nodding for him to continue.

“I thought the money was the issue,” Alex said, running a hand over his face. “So I forced myself to meet Mia again. And finally… She took the damn money. I thought that would be the end of it.”

He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head.

“But nope,” he muttered. “It got worse.”

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Dalia’s brows lifted. “Worse?”

Alex pushed himself up from the couch, walking over to the window. He needed to move, to do something, because if he stayed still, he might explode.

“I can’t fucking get her out of my head,” he admitted, staring at his own reflection in the glass. “I think about her every fucking second. And now it’s not just her teary face-it’s her smile, her face, her body.”

He clenched his fists, his pulse pounding in his ears.

“I want to kiss her. Hold her again.”

He swallowed, his throat dry.

“I hate seeing her smile at another guy,” he muttered, his voice tight. “My heart beats so fucking fast and weird when I’m around her. I can’t stop.”

His fingers twitched at his sides, his frustration bleeding into every muscle in his body.

“Like, fuck.” His voice was almost a growl now. “I can’t even kiss my girlfriend without imagining her lips. Can’t even fuck my girlfriend without imagining it’s her.”

He turned away from the window, running both hands through his hair.

“I’m fucking going insane.”

He let the words hang in the air, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself.

Dalia was still watching him, but there was something different in her expression now.

A hint of something.

And then-

A smile.

Alex narrowed his eyes on her.

“What the hell are you smiling for?” he asked, his voice laced with irritation.

Dalia simply leaned back in her chair, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Well,” she said, “a lot of things. But first-can I tell you what’s wrong with you?”

Alex exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”

She tilted her head slightly, a smug little smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“You like her,” she said simply. “You have feelings for her. Hell, Alexander, you’re falling in love.”

Alex went still.

The air in the room suddenly felt thick.

He stared at his aunt. She stared right back.

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For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, finally-

“You know I came here for something different,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “Not for you to tell me the same bullshit Google did.”

Dalia hummed.

“Come sit down,” she said, nodding toward the couch.

Alex didn’t move at first.

But eventually, he sighed and reluctantly took his seat..

“You’re fighting your feelings for her. That’s why you’re this restless, sad, and angry,” Dalia said, her voice even, steady. “You hate the idea, but you are, indeed, falling for this girl.”

Alex stiffened. His jaw locked, his fists clenching at his sides.

It couldn’t be.

“I’ve been in love with Zoe for years,” he says “But I’ve never thought about her like this. Never felt jealous, even if she was fucking another guy. I’ve never held back from fucking other people either, even when we were together.”

Dalia let out a small sigh, shaking her head.

“That’s because what you have with Zoe wasn’t really love.”

Alex scoffed, ready to argue, but she held up a hand, cutting him off.

“Hear me out, okay?”

He pressed his lips together, forcing himself to nod.

“What you feel for Zoe is platonic. Friendship. Convenience, Alexander,” Dalia said, her sharp gaze holding his. “You can’t love someone and still be okay with sharing her with other guys. One of the strongest emotions in love is jealousy.”

Alex swallowed hard.

“And the other emotions? The ones you’re feeling now?” Dalia continued. “Longing. Excitement. Vulnerability. Obsession. Thinking about her constantly.”

Alex’s breath came out unsteady.

His aunt was right.

She was fucking right.

He had spent days denying it, shoving it down, pretending like it wasn’t there. But the truth was suffocating now, staring him in the face, clawing at his insides.

Mia Turner.

He liked her.

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Chapter 52

No. Fuck no.

There had to be something else. Some other explanation.

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

He was Alexander Blackwell. He hated the Turners. He hated everything about that family, everything they stood for.

And yet, here he was, consumed by a girl who had no business being inside his head.

His voice was tight when he spoke.

“Is there anything I can do to get rid of this?”

Dalia didn’t answer right away. She just looked at him. Really looked at him.

Like she already knew the answer, and it wasn’t one he wanted to hear.

“Alex,” she said softly.

He stood up so fast the chair scraped against the floor.

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked again, his voice sharp, desperate.

Dalia’s lips pressed together, her expression unreadable.

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