The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Alex drove straight to the underground, his hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His mind was a fucking mess, tangled up with emotions he didn’t understand, didn’t want to understand.

He needed an escape.

The underground boxing ring wasn’t just a place he fought. It was a world he controlled. A place where he could silence everything-his thoughts, his emotions, her.

He didn’t have a scheduled fight tonight. He wasn’t supposed to be here. But it didn’t fucking matter.

The second he stepped inside, heads turned. Fighters paused their training. Bets were placed in whispers. But no one questioned him. They all knew who he was.

Alexander Blackwell.

Without saying a word, he stepped into the ring.

There was no ceremony, no fucking build-up. Just a brutal exchange of fists.

Alex didn’t dodge.

Didn’t block.

Didn’t care.

He took the hits-one after another.

A punch to the ribs. Another to his jaw.

Pain exploded across his face, and still, he didn’t move.

Another hit. And another.

The sting was grounding, a welcome distraction from the storm raging inside him.

Mia Turner had wormed her way into his fucking head, and he needed to rip her out.

Blood dripped from his lip. His body screamed, but he didn’t stop. He wanted to feel something. Anything that wasn’t her.

By the time he fought back, his body was aching, his vision slightly blurred, but none of that mattered.

Because when he finally landed his own punches, when his opponent collapsed in a heap, gasping for air, there was nothing.

No satisfaction.

No fucking peace.

Just the same overwhelming need for something he couldn’t name.

Alex stood in the ring, his chest rising and falling with each breath, sweat dripping down his skin. The crowd roared, but he barely heard them.

It didn’t work.

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Chapter 53

Nothing fucking worked.

The moment he stepped out of the ring, the thoughts came rushing back, slamming into him.

Mia.

Her eyes.

Her lips.

The way she looked at him when he ruined her.

The way she fucking ran.

His fingers twitched, his jaw tightening as he headed for the showers.

Under the freezing water, his head tipped back against the tile, his breath uneven.

He used to have control.

Over his emotions. Over his life. Over everything.

Now?

He couldn’t even stop thinking about one girl.

One little fucking girl who was supposed to mean nothing to him.

Alex let out a slow, heavy breath, pressing a hand against the cold tile wall.

This was a fucking disaster.

He forced himself to clean up, scrubbing away the sweat and blood. His muscles ached, his skin bruised, but none of it made a difference.

By the time he was dressed, he was still trapped in his own mind.

His family mansion was out of the question. Not like this. He couldn’t go there.

So he grabbed his keys, shoved his bag over his shoulder, and got in his car.

With his hands tight around the steering wheel, he drove straight to his penthouse, hoping that when he woke up, she wouldn’t be the first thing on his mind.

But deep down, he already fucking knew.

She would be.

Mia pushed open the front door of their house, already exhausted. The moment she stepped inside, the noise hit her.

Loud music, laughter, and the sound of something-or someone-crashing into furniture.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

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All she wanted to do was rest.

Was that too much to fucking ask?

Apparently, yes.

Because the whole damn house was in chaos over Lily’s unicorn party-a party that wasn’t even happening for another week.

Mia sighs…

It was just better to stay out of the way.

But this?

This was fucking ridiculous.

She had no idea where their mother found the random guy currently teaching Lily how to dance, but she sure as hell knew she didn’t like it.

Mia tossed her bag on her bed and stormed out of her room. She wasn’t usually the type to complain about noise-she had gotten used to tuning things out in this house-but tonight, the music was so loud it made her head pound.

She found her mother standing near the kitchen, barking out orders like some sort of event planner.

“Mom, seriously?” Mia said, arms crossed. “Can they turn the music down? I just got back from work, I have to work tomorrow, and I-”

Her mother waved her off, barely sparing her a glance. “Oh, don’t be dramatic, Mia. It’s just music. You should learn to endure things for the greater good.”

Mia rolled her eyes so hard she nearly saw her brain. “What greater good? It’s a party, not a presidential inauguration.”

Her mother ignored her, already caught up in whatever last-minute arrangement she was making.

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