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

door. Costumes were provided. Masks were always in place.
Even though I’d spent little time inside, the debauchery the
man beside me mentioned earlier wasn’t exaggerated. In the
hour I’d been inside, I’d seen drugs passed around and
taken, drinks constantly being poured and refilled, and a lot
more than just dancing going on. Plus, the DJ was famous
and outside of here we would have had to pay top dollar to
see him spin. It wasn’t my crowd. I’d partied through high
school and it had been fun until it wasn’t, so now I measured
myself whenever I went places. I drank more water than
alcohol and said no to every pill passed my way. I’d learned a
hard lesson a year ago and wasn’t willing to go through that
again.
“Often enough,” he said, ripping me from my thoughts.
“Etienne does as well. He’s friends with Prince Aramis.”
“Me too.” He grinned. “He’s great. Big on parties.”
“I’ve heard Prince Elias is even bigger on parties.”
“Really? I’m quite certain it’s the opposite.”
“Who knows?” I shrugged. “Where do you stay when
you’re in town?”
“Who says I’m not from here?”
“No one is from here.” I laughed. “I mean, I am, and even
I’m hesitant to claim that after being away so long. Besides,
your French accent is too thick for you to be from here.”
“I live in Paris,” he said, smiling. “But, like you, my
mother is from Spain. Barcelona to be exact.”
“And your father is French?”
“Yes.”
“Funny coincidence.”
“I’m not sure I believe in coincidences. We seem to have a
lot in common.”
“Like being bored at the biggest party of the summer?”
“Maybe you should o er your party-planning services to
the princes. They’d pay you well and if you think you can