The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

get hurt by one of them. Promise you’ll stay away from
him.”
“I’m planning a gala in his name. I’m not sure I can stay
away from him.”
“You know what I mean. Keep things professional and as
soon as this is all finished, move out of the villa and back
home to London. You don’t need this right now.”
“Okay,” I said, because I wanted to appease him.
I needed at least one more week in the villa to square
away things for my uncle. I couldn’t just whoosh in, make all
those changes to his bookshop, and then leave him high and
dry. I did need to get out of there soon though.
“Okay. I can’t make the gala this weekend. I have to go
home to visit Mom, but Mira will be there to keep an eye out
for you. I know it will be fantastic and I can’t wait to hear all
about it.”
“Thanks. We’ll talk soon.”
“Good night, Addie.”
“Good night.” I hung up and stood to set my phone to
charge before climbing into bed.
I hated that Etienne was right about all of that. It seemed
like everyone knew their reputation, especially in Normandy,
where they vacationed every summer and spent their days
frolicking and partying and bedding every willing local, but
hearing it from Etienne was di erent. It turned gossip to
truth.