The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Mia sat stiffly in the passenger seat of Alex’s sleek black car, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

The leather seat beneath her felt cold, and the silence between them was unsettling.

She stole a glance at Alex, who was focused on the road ahead, his profile calm and unreadable. Why was he being so nice to her? Smiling, even? It didn’t make sense. He was so different from the Alex she knew.

What’s really going on?

Her mind raced with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last. Was this some elaborate joke? A setup?

She had seen the way he treats people-blunt, indifferent, cruel. She has been on the receiving end of it a lot of time. And now suddenly-

As they approached her workplace, Alex pulled over smoothly, parking close to the entrance. Mia turned to him, her heart pounding.

She bites her lips to try and stop the words sitting on her lips from coming out.

“You really like me?” she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers without hesitation. “I do.”

Mia looked down, her fingers twisting in her lap. “But I’m a Turner,” she said, the word tasting bitter on her tongue.

Alex smiled gently. “I know, Turner.”

For the first time, her surname didn’t sting. There was no mockery in his tone, only affection.

Everything about this moment felt surreal, like a fantasy she had conjured in her mind. She wanted to believe it, but doubt lingered.

“I want you,” Alex said, his voice steady.

Mia’s breath caught in her throat. “But what about Zoe?” she asked hesitantly.

Alex’s expression softened. “It’s you I want, not Zoe, Mia.”

Her heart swelled at his words. He could be lying, but something in his eyes told her he was sincere.

Alex Blackwell wasn’t known for sugarcoating his words. He spoke his mind, regardless of how it affected others. That blunt honesty had hurt her before, but now it offered a strange comfort.

“Go on,” Alex said, nodding toward her workplace. “When you come back, we’ll talk.”

Mia stared at him, still unsure if this was all a dream. It felt too good to be true.

“Oh, God,” she murmured, her hand reaching for the door handle.

“I, uh, will you come to Casa today?” she asked.

“Maybe later,” Alex replied.

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Chapter 89

Mia stepped out of the car slowly, as if afraid that any sudden movement would shatter the illusion.

“See you later, Turner,” Alex said, a playful glint in his eyes as he drove off.

Mia moved through like she had every other day, balancing trays, delivering orders, checking in with customers-smiling politely, nodding attentively, and offering practiced pleasantries.

But tonight was different. Tonight, something felt lighter.

Hope.

It had wedged itself into her chest, warm and persistent, defying every ounce of her caution.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she moved past the wine rack near the center of the room. Her eyes flicked, almost unwillingly, to the table in the back-the one near the window. The one Alex Blackwell always sat at when he came with his friends.

It was empty.

But she kept glancing at it anyway. Like a fool. Like someone hoping for a miracle.

Like someone who was madly in love.

God, was she?

No.

Yes.

Maybe?

She forced herself to focus on setting drinks on a nearby table. She aligned the glasses perfectly with the edge of the napkin -then paused and looked again.

Still empty.

Stop it, she told herself sternly. You’re at work. You can’t be swooning over a man who has shattered you so many times. You’re supposed to be angry. Guarded. Careful.

He’s changed. Her inner hopeful self screams

The talk they had this morning echoed in her mind-his voice, the softness in it, the way he’d kissed her.

“I want you, Mia.”

Him saying her name alone had floored her. Alex never said her name. It was always Turner here and there.

And how he calls her name with so much softness it’s hard not to believe she’s hallucinating all these..

Not just that, he smiled at her, touched her with so much passion. Paid attention to what she wanted.

Last night sex wounded her in the best way possible because even now she can still feel him inside her.

God she’s really hopeless.

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Chapter 89

Her name on his lips had never sounded so perfect.

She shouldn’t trust him. She’d told herself that a million times. But her body had betrayed her-her heart had betrayed her. And she was starting to believe the things he said, to want the things he offered.

God help her.

The front door opens, Mia looked up from the counter-and nearly forgot to breathe.

There he was.

Alex Blackwell, stepping in like he owned the place. His dark hair slightly falls on his face perfectly, his black dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves. He was alone. No friends. No entourage. Just him. And that familiar, unreadable look in his eyes.

Their eyes met across the restaurant, and it felt like the entire world went quiet.

Mia’s heart thudded so violently it made her dizzy. She looked away quickly, trying to collect herself before someone noticed.

Keep moving, she told herself. You’re just another waitress and he’s just another customer.

But her body didn’t believe that.

She watched from the corner of her eye as her new co-worker, Liana, walked over to Alex’s table with a smile too wide, her hips swaying just a little too much. Liana was always overly eager over the rich and handsome men in Willowcrest.

Mia told herself she didn’t care. That she had no claim on Alex.

But her chest tightened with something that suspiciously felt like jealousy.

She didn’t even know how to act. Should she walk up and say hi?

Even if her skin tingled under the weight of his stare as she passed by carrying two glasses of wine.

He was watching her. She knew it. Felt it.

Every time she glanced up, he was already looking at her-his gaze heavy, intense. And yet, there was a softness there too. A warmth she couldn’t remember ever seeing in him.

And it made her feel beautiful. Seen.

When her shift ended, she hurried to change in the back, exchanging her apron for her hoodie and jeans. She waved goodbye to Emily at the front and slipped out the side door into the cool night air.

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