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

“Shit.” I practically ran inside the house.
I showered, changed, and finished packing quickly as
Etienne sat in the living room, telling me about the woman
he was talking to at the party. My parents were gone for the
weekend, which was why Etienne was staying with me. He’d
been my best friend since I was born. Our mothers were best
friends and their wish was that we’d end up together.
Unfortunately for them, we weren’t each other’s types.
Etienne was an artist and his type was model-thin, with
more issues than Vogue. The kind of woman he could try to
fix and take care of. My type was . . . well, probably the man
I’d just lost my virginity to and would never see again. We
talked quickly and about everything as he drove me to the
airport. He spent an hour trying to figure out every single
man at the party and who it could have been that I slept with.
I let him because I was curious and also because watching
Etienne decipher anything was a comedy in itself.
At the airport, I bought a magazine to entertain myself
with. As I flipped the pages, I landed on a familiar face. My
heart stopped. Prince Elias. That was the . . . surely it
couldn’t be . . . except, it was. I knew it without a shadow of a
doubt. I’d just lost my virginity to the future king of France.