The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Mia sat on the edge of the bed in the room Alex had led her to before he left, her fingers intertwined tightly in her lap.

The silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the occasional distant hum of traffic below. She stared at her hands, noting the slight tremble that betrayed her inner turmoil.

Her phone buzzed softly beside her. A message from her mother lit up the screen: “Just checking in. Hope you’re okay.” Mia hesitated before typing back a quick lie: “Staying at Emily’s tonight. All good.” She set the phone down, guilt eating at her for the deceit.

The white walls of the room seemed to close in on her.

She recalled the earlier encounter with Alex’s mother, Esther Blackwell. The woman’s eyes had been sharp, filled with questions she hadn’t voiced. After a brief, tense exchange, Esther had left the items she brought in the kitchen, and Mia had retreated to her room, seeking refuge from the confrontation.

Now, the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on her chest. What was she doing here? Why had she agreed to come? The questions swirled in her mind, each one more pressing than the last.

A sudden click echoed from the front door, jolting Mia from her thoughts. Her heart raced, each beat loud in her ears. She remained still, listening intently.

“Turner?” a familiar voice called out.

Alex.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Mia rose and approached the door. She opened it slowly to find Alex standing there, his eyes searching hers.

“Hi,” he greeted softly, his gaze dropping to the bag she held.

“Why are you still in those clothes? And your bag-”

“I’m leaving,” Mia cuts in, her voice firm. “Thank you for trying to help me, but I’ll manage.”

She moved to step past him, but Alex gently grasped her hand, his touch sending a shiver up her spine.

“I want you to stay here,” he said, his voice earnest.

Mia looked up at him, confusion and vulnerability evident in her eyes. “Why?”

“Because I want you to,” Alex replied, his tone unwavering. “Please.”

She searched his face, looking for any hint of deceit, any sign that this was another one of his games. But all she saw was sincerity.

Which made everything even more confusing. Alex sincere with her? Why would Alex even want to help her?

Mia stares at him, god, she can’t handle anymore games from him.

“If you’re playing games with me, please, I’m begging you, just stop,” she whispered, her voice tinged with desperation and

tiredness.

Alex sighed, taking both her hands in his. “No games, I swear.”

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Chapter 87

Mia’s heart pounded in her chest as she gazed into his eyes. The usual guardedness was absent, replaced by something raw and genuine.

He gently took her bag and set it down, then cupped her face in his hands. She leaned into his touch, her defenses crumbling.

“Please,” she murmured, unsure of what she was pleading for.

“I want you, Mia,” Alex said, his voice barely above a whisper. Hearing her name on his lips made her knees weak.

“No game, no bet,”

Alex leaned closer, his breath mixing with hers, warm and soft.

His thumb brushed along her cheek like he was trying to memorize the texture of her skin. His other hand gently cupped the back of her neck, drawing her even closer-close enough that Mia could feel the heat radiating from his chest, close enough that if she tilted her chin even slightly, their lips would meet.

Mia stood frozen. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes searched his,dark, intense, unwavering. There were no lies there. No mockery. Just him. Just Alex.

Then, slowly, like he was giving her time to pull away, Alex closed the space between them. His lips grazed hers-barely a touch at first, a whisper. She gasped softly, and he paused, waiting for her to push him back. But she didn’t.

Mia should but she doesn’t. Always so weak for him.

Her hands, which had been trembling at her sides, found their way to his chest. His heart was thudding. So was hers.

And then, she kissed him back softly, she pulls away to stare at him. Suddenly feeling shy.

Alex leaned down to claim her parted lips softly.

The kiss deepenes with hunger. His lips pressed into hers with urgency, his hand sliding from her cheek to the small of her back, pulling her against him.

Mia’s fingers curled into his shirt, anchoring herself to him as everything else fell away-the confusion, the doubt, the noise and doubt in her head.

Nothing mattered but this moment.

Alex moved with surprising tenderness and raw intensity, like he was trying to pour everything he couldn’t say into this kiss.

Every emotion he’d kept bottled up. Every feeling he thought he didn’t deserve to feel. It all spilled out between their mouths.

Mia let herself fall into it. Into him.

She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, and he responded with a low sound that vibrated in his chest. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her closer.

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