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

Joss fell silent for a moment. “Because you like him?”
“Yes.” I closed my eyes, wishing I could shut out all
emotions toward him. It didn’t work. All I could do was
picture Lucy Walters and him in bed. My eyes popped open
again. “I really like him. More than like him, if I’m being
honest.”
“That’s not . . . ” She sighed. “Addie. You realize he’s not
for you, right?”
“Everyone keeps saying that, yes.” I closed my eyes again.
“I know he’s not. I’m not an idiot, but if he’s not and he
knows that, why does he continue to pursue me?”
“Because he’s a man with little regard to others’
emotions. Trust me, I know.”
My eyes popped open again. “You two—”
“No. God no. I’m just saying, I’ve known Pilar long
enough to know enough about the princes and their flings.
To them, you’re just another number. Another pair of tits.”
“I don’t think it’s just that,” I said. “He doesn’t treat me
like that.”
“He can be very charming. He has a way about him. It’s a
façade.”
I let that sink in. “I don’t think I should come to dinner
on Sunday.”
“I think you should.”
“But he’ll be there and I don’t think it’s a good idea for
me to see him right now.”
“He’ll be at his villa when you get back there too. He’ll be
on every paper and every magazine in a few months when he
gets married and has his coronation. There is no escaping
him.”
“Seeing him in person will be worse than seeing him on a
magazine cover.”
“He’s bringing a date.”
“How do you know?”