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

finger. Yet. Thomas pulled me along and introduced me to a
couple of friends gathered there. I smiled and shook their
hands, all the while, trying not to think about the fact that
they’d all seen us having sex. They didn’t have to outright
say it. I could see it written all over their faces as they said
hello. They weren’t smug about it. If anything, it was
awkward for all parties involved, and oddly enough, I was
grateful for that. The doors opened again and the man beside
it announced the next people to enter. “Miss Ambrosia Agnes
and Mister Benjamin Drake.”
“Holy shit,” Thomas said beside me.
“Holy shit is right,” I agreed. “I went to a party he was at
recently, but I didn’t get a chance to see him in all his glory.”
Benjamin Drake was one of France’s elite football players.
Thomas and I were both huge fans of his. I had been
following him since he’d started playing for our beloved Les
Bleus and had two jerseys of his, one signed, which Thomas
had gifted me for Christmas last year.
“Well, the good news is, you’re free to flirt with Drake
tonight and hopefully get together with him and invite me
over for dinner,” Thomas said.
I laughed, throwing my head back. When I straightened,
my laughter caught in my throat as my gaze caught Elias’s
on the other side of the room. I knew coming here was a bad
idea. I wasn’t even anywhere near him and I felt like it was
my back his hand was pressing against, not the woman he
was here with. I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I smile? Or
wave? Or just look away? I couldn’t seem to do any of those
things. I wished I could hate him or find something wrong
with him, but there was a longing in his eyes I hadn’t
expected, and it made it that much harder to find anything at
all. Besides, my heart didn’t seem to care about any of that.
It was beating faster and unsteadily, making it nearly
impossible for me to catch my breath.