The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Alex was holding a drink, wearing only boxers. He was squatting, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at Mia, watching the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest.

Last night had been… something else. He had no words for it. No way to even begin to process the mess of emotions tangled inside him.

He didn’t know what to do with this girl.

The feeling she stirred in him was overwhelming, all-consuming.

It was dangerous.

How did he even get himself into this?

Mia shifted slightly in her sleep, her lips parting just a little, a soft sigh escaping from it.

Alex exhaled sharply. She looked so peaceful. So untouched by the world.

So different from the kind of women he was used to. Different from her family.

His eyes dropped to her lips, a tempting little pout that made his fingers twitch.

He wanted to kiss her.

Just a small one. Just enough to see if she tasted as soft as she looked right now.

Even though he knows she does…

The thought alone had him shaking his head in frustration.

He stood abruptly, running a hand through his already messy hair.

This was getting out of control.

Alex paced the length of his bedroom, the glass of wine in his hand swirling as he moved. He took a sip, letting the burn slide down his throat, but it did nothing to clear the fog in his head.

What was he going to do about this? About her?

He wanted her. That much was undeniable.

But the consequences?

She wasn’t worth it.

She couldn’t be.

Maybe this was just a phase, an infatuation that would pass like all the others.

Alex was almost convinced of that until the doorbell rang.

His jaw tightened.

He knows who it will be before he even reaches the door.

Zoe.

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Lucas and Sam must have told her what happened last night.

He sighed, setting his glass down before opening the door.

And there she was, standing in front of him with a smirk that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Alex didn’t miss the tension in her posture, the tightness in her jaw.

Zoe wasn’t stupid. She had heard things-she can easily piece two and two together

His friends definitely told her about yesterday. About the way he was with Mia.

Zoe stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her perfume clinging to the air between them.

“Babe,” she greeted, her tone light but laced with something sharp.

Alex closed the door behind her.

“Zoe.”

She turned to face him, arms crossed.

“I hear Turner is around everywhere you go now.”

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Alex picked up his wine again, taking a slow sip before sitting on the couch.

He didn’t answer. He just watched her.

Zoe took a step closer.

“Is she here?”

Alex didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Her nostrils flared, but her expression didn’t change.

“Did you fuck her?”

“Yes”

Zoe looks away, groaning. Then she turns back to him.

“Tell me what’s going on, Alex.” Her voice was controlled, but he could hear the anger beneath it. “I want to understand what the fuck is happening.”

He only shrugged.

That seemed to push her closer to the edge.

She exhaled harshly, shaking her head.

“First, get her out of this house. Why is she still here, Alex?”

“She’s sleeping.”

Zoe let out a sharp laugh. It wasn’t amused-it was hollow.

“She’s sleeping,” she repeated, as if the words themselves were ridiculous.

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Chapter 67

Then, as if suddenly exhausted, she dropped onto the couch.

For a moment, she said nothing, just tapping her nails against her thigh.

Then she stood and walked to him, slow and deliberate.

Before Alex could react, she was straddling him, her hands on his face. His body tensed, but his hands instinctively settled on her waist.

“Tell me what’s going on, baby.” Her voice was softer now, coaxing. She tilted her head, searching his face. “Are you fascinated by this girl?”

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