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

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I
heeded my mother’s warning and packed my
things as soon as I got home. I wouldn’t have, had
last night not happened, but it did, and the feeling weighing
in the pit of my stomach was worse with each passing
second. I wasn’t running from it though. I couldn’t. I just
needed to go back to London and check my flat and regroup
all of my thoughts and feelings. I needed to find a box inside
myself where I could store them all and shut the lid on the
entire thing. Or burn it. Despite everything, I wanted Elias
way more than I should and last night had made things
worse for me. I would use the excuse of needing to check on
my flat though. I’d been gone a while, and even though my
neighbor, Mrs. Parsons, was making sure things were tidy
and didn’t get cobwebs, her services didn’t extend to paying
past due bills, which I was bound to have if I didn’t go
through my mail soon.
As I packed, I thought about Elias and wondered if I
should say anything to him. I opted against it. He wasn’t
back from Versailles anyway. For all I knew, he was spending
the day with one of the princesses he’d soon marry. Besides
that, we’d agreed on one night and one night we had. One
night that conjured memories of our first time and made me
wish like hell I hadn’t agreed to anything at all, but it was