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

back down,” I whisper-shouted.
“Your father has worked his entire life for one cause. You
already put his reputation in peril once. Do you really want to
do that again?” she asked. “Remember who paid for your
schooling. Remember who helped you get approved for loans
when you decided to start this business. You’d be nothing
without him.” She turned to walk away. “Tomorrow, you’ll
leave before everyone else does, go back to the villa, and
pack up and return to London. In their court, you’re nothing
but a jester, someone for them to befriend and then discard.
Don’t forget that.”
I ran for the nearest restroom. I needed to be alone for a
moment. The event was running smoothly without me
anyway. Those were the perks of hiring trusted people to
entertain. When I reached the bathroom, I went into a stall
and locked it, letting out a breath as I leaned against the
door. The main door opened and I listened as two women
giggled and walked to the stalls beside me.
“Personally, I don’t know why anyone would want to
marry him,” one of them said. “My friend Fergie had sex
with him and he didn’t even go down on her.”
“I’ve heard that about him,” the other replied. “Such a
waste.”
Both toilets flushed at the same time and the doors
opened. They walked over to the sinks.
“He is good-looking though,” one of them said.
“I prefer Aramis. He’s so hot.”
“Elias seems so angry all the time.”
“Aramis seems like such a good time.”
They both laughed at that and walked out of the
bathroom. It was kind of refreshing to hear that not
everyone here was in love with Elias. I thought about what
they said and thought about my first time with him. He most
certainly did go down on women. He’d done it to me and he