The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

“Oh, Turner, nice of you to join us,” Zoe’s voice was silky, taunting, yet dripping with venom as she slid off Alex’s lap

Mis felt the words slice into her like a blade.

Alex’s eyes were on her, but he didn’t move. Didn’t say a word.

The room felt suffocating.

Her fingers tightened around her phone as she bent to pick it up, her instincts screaming at her to run.

Run before this gets worse.

She turned toward the door, but before she could reach it, the click of the lock froze her in place.

Zoe stood there, her manicured fingers still gripping the key.

Her eyes gleamed with amusement, but Mia could see the storm raging beneath the surface.

“You’re not going anywhere yet,” Zoe said, her tone light, almost playful.

Mia stares at her.

A new kind of fear grips her.

She turned back to Alex, hoping, begging for him to say something. To tell Zoe to stops. To at least acknowledge what the hell was happening

But he just sat there.

Silent

Watching.

Like none of this mattered.

Like she didn’t matter.

Mia’s chest tightened painfully.

Her stomach twisted, bile rising in her throat.

How can she continue to be so stupid?

She had forgotten.

Forgotten that this man-this man she had let into her body, into her heart-still had a girlfriend.

Forgotten that she was nothing but a game to people like them.

Zor’s voice snapped her back

“Sa down, Turner. You’re not going anywhere yet.”

Mis hesitated

Zaw’s eyes darkened

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“I said sit down!”

Mia flinched.

Her legs wobbled beneath her as she walked slowly to the couch, lowering herself onto the very edge.

Her body trembled.

Not just from fear.

But from the overwhelming, crushing weight of humiliation. Shame.

Zoe smiled as she walks toward Alex, sinking onto the couch beside him, her body curling into his like she belonged there.

“So,” she started, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I see that I’m now sharing my man with you.”

Mia swallowed hard.

Her nails dug into her palms.

Her whole body ached with the urge to scream, to cry, to run.

But she said nothing.

Because what could she say?

Alex had already told her the truth with his silence.

He didn’t care.

Not about her.

Not about what was happening.

Not about the fact that she was sitting here, drowning in shame, while Zoe is about to rip her apart piece by piece.

Her throat burned.

How had she let herself believe-even for a second-that she meant anything to him?

“Look-”

Zoe cut her off before she could even speak.

“You don’t talk when I’m talking, Turner,” she snapped. “Just because my man has been putting his dick inside you doesn’t mean we’re equals.”

Mia flinched at the cruelty in her words.

A sharp, merciless slap to the face.

Her lips trembled as she bit down hard, forcing herself to hold back the sting of tears threatening to spill.

She would not cry.

Not in front of them.

Not when that was exactly what Zoe wanted.

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Mis felt something cold run down her spine

Zoe was stripping

Panic gripped Mia’s chest she tried to stand, but the sharp glare Zoe sent her made her freeze,

“Don’t you dare,” Zoe warned, her voice coated in mock sweetness. “Today is lecture day. Since I’ve been with our man longer, why don’t I teach you how to pleasure him? Show you how I know he likes it”

Mia’s stomach turned.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress, gripping it tightly as she swallowed against the bile rising in her throat.

Alex still said nothing

Did nothing

Just sat there, legs spread, wine glass abandoned on the table beside him, his dark eyes watching

Watching her.

Zoe sank onto her knees in front of him, her manicured fingers slowly unzipping, his pants.

Mia couldn’t move.

Couldn’t breathe.

Alex exhaled heavily as Zoe’s hand slipped inside, pulling out his dick,

Mia’s breath hitched.

She was staring

Not because she wanted to, but because she couldn’t believe what was happening.

Couldn’t wrap her mind around how things had escalated to this.

Zoe smirked as she lowered her mouth onto him. Taking him in her mouth

Mia jerked her gaze away, her whole body stiff, her heart hammering against her ribs like it wanted to break free.

This wasn’t happening.

It couldn’t be happening.

She needed to leave.

Needed to get out of this damn apartment and never look back.

But she couldn’t move.

Couldn’t do anything except sit there as the sounds filled the room.

And then-

A low, familiar groan.

That sound.

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The one she knew too well.

The one that made her weak, that had wrecked her just hours ago when it was meant for her.

Her head snapped back before she could stop herself.

Her gaze locked onto Alex’s face.

His lips were slightly parted, his brows furrowed in pleasure, but his eyes-

They were still on her.

Not on Zoe.

Not on what was happening.

On her.

Mia’s breath shuddered.

Zoe was still moving, still taking him deeper, her pace unrelenting, but Alex-

Alex was watching her.

Like she was the only one in the room.

Like this was some twisted game between them.

Mia felt sick.

Her chest ached with something that burned and crushed her at the same time.

What did she get myself into?

Her vision blurred.

She begged herself not to cry.

Not to break in front of them.

Not to let them see the cracks forming in her already fragile walls.

“Do you want a turn?”

Zoe’s voice pulled her back.

Mia stiffened.

Her nails dug into her palms so hard it hurt.