The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Alex wasn’t used to this feeling.

Mia lay draped over him, her breathing soft, her body warm against his. He should have moved, should have woken her up, told her to leave—but he didn’t. Instead, he just stared at the ceiling, one arm resting lazily over her back, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest.

He had no idea when he started developing a conscience, but it was fucking annoying.

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, It made everything feel too… intimate. Too real.

Eventually, Mia stirred, shifting against him. She didn’t say anything at first, just moved quietly, sitting up and stretching before slipping off him entirely.

Alex let her.

He watched, pretending to scroll through his phone as she wandered into the kitchen, pulling open cabinets, searching. He knew she was trying to be cautious, not wanting to overstep, but at the same time, comfortable enough to act like she belonged here.

She shouldn’t feel that way.

She shouldn’t feel like she belonged anywhere near him. Wearing his clothes and walking around so comfortably.

He should have stopped her when she started making breakfast, but he didn’t. Instead, he sat there, phone in hand, watching her like she was a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

The sound of eggs sizzling filled the quiet space, and Mia moved with a natural ease, grabbing plates, pouring juice, setting everything up like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Alex didn’t eat.

But he let her.

She sat at the counter, picking at her food, stealing glances at him between bites. He could feel it-her wanting to talk. She wanted to say something, to ask questions, maybe to get some kind of clarity about what last night meant.

Alex didn’t give her that chance.

He stayed on his phone, fingers moving over the screen in a meaningless pattern, keeping his face unreadable and unapproachable.

Mia finished eating.

She stood, cleared her plate, washed the dishes, and wiped down the counter. She was trying to be helpful. Trying to do something, anything, that would make him look at her and say something other than what he was planning to say.

But Alex didn’t budge.

When she finally disappeared into his room to get dressed, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

This was stupid.

She was a Turner.

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Mia reappeared a lew muutos javor,

feet away.

For the first time that morning, he looked at her.

She hesitated, shifting on her feet, hands twisting in front of her. She wanted to say something.

“What is it, Turner?” he asked, his voice cold, distant.

He saw the way her eyes flickered with something-hurt, disappointment, maybe even anger.

She hated when he called her that.

But Alex had to keep saying it.

He needed to remind her who she was.

A Turner.

Not someone he could want. Not someone he could have.

And more importantly, he needed to remind himself.

Maybe if he said it enough times, his heart would wake up from this madness.

Mia was still staring at him, then she whispers

“I, uh… I can’t ask you to drive me back?” she started, feeling awkward under his cold stare. “I, uh… I’ll need a little money for

Alex suddenly chuckled, cutting her off.

Mia stilled, confusion flickering across her face. There was nothing funny about what she had just said.

“Oh, I forgot. I’m supposed to pay, right?” His voice was mocking, and his lips curled into a smirk.

Mia frowned. “What?”

“I forgot to ask-how much is the charge?”

Her stomach twisted. “What are you talking about?” she asked weakly, dread settling in her bones.

Alex leaned back, tilting his head as he looked at her like she was nothing. “You’re a whore. I have to pay for your services. Isn’t that how it works?”

Mia felt like the air had been knocked out of her chest.

Her ears rang, her body frozen in place as Alex stood up and walked toward his bedroom like what he had just said meant nothing.

Mia stood there, motionless, her mind trying to catch up. She should have seen this coming.

She was so stupid.

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Why did she think last night meant something?

Why did she think Alex was different this time?

A few moments later, he emerged from his room, his wallet in hand. He flipped through the bills casually, not even looking at her as he pulled out cash.

“So, how much is the charge?” he asked, holding out the money like she was some cheap thing he could discard.

Mia’s throat tightened, her vision blurring as tears burned her eyes.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

She wasn’t going to cry.

Not in front of him.

She lifted her chin, her voice quiet but steady. “I wanted money for a cab back home because I literally followed you

here with nothing on me. Because I’m that stupid and hungry to be humiliated by you over and over.”

She shook her head, a single tear escaping down her cheek.

“I don’t need your money.”

Then she turned around and walked out.

Her chest ached, her pride shattered, it’s like she enjoys being humiliated like this. Why did she follow him? What did she even see in him?

She bit down on her lip, forcing the sobs back.

It wasn’t worth it.

He wasn’t worth it.

As soon as she stepped outside, the cold air hit her, making her realize just how lost she was. She had no idea where she was or how to get home.

She glanced around, taking in the towering buildings, the expensive houses, the clean, empty streets.

This was his world.

A world where people like her didn’t belong.

Mia let out a shaky sigh. At least she had her phone.

She quickly dialed her brother’s number, praying he would pick up.

He did.

“Ethan.”

“Mia? Sup?”

“Are you home?” she asked, hugging her arms around herself.

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“Yeah, but I’m about to go out. What’s up?”

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