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

“I miss you.”
“Please. Not here.” My heart leaped into my ears.
He couldn’t speak to me like that in public and expect me
to keep a poised and stoic appearance. There were
photographers everywhere, snapping photos of every single
moment. There were journalists ready to rip him apart for
any misstep. I pulled away and took a step back with a smile,
for their sake, and let go of his hand. He looked at me for one
more second before moving on to Pierre, now standing
beside me. I let out a breath when he was far enough, but
maintained my composure because I’d learned the way the
media worked. I’d learned that their lens would stay on me
long after I thought they looked away. When Elias was
finished greeting and thanking everyone, the room
applauded and erupted into cheers once more, and I finally
managed to breathe out.
“They probably photographed him doing that,” I said to
Pierre in a voice as low as I could muster.
“They definitely photographed it.” He glanced away from
me and looked around momentarily, suddenly smiling wide.
“They’re photographing us right now. Smile. Or laugh.”
“I’ll be on page one tomorrow.” I laughed. It sounded
fake, but thankfully sound didn’t translate in photographs.
“What was he thinking?”
“Funny you should ask. I need you to come with me when
this is over.”
My smile faltered. “Where?”
“To the King’s State Apartments.”
“For what?” My pulse quickened.
I didn’t know what state apartments were, but I assumed
it was some kind of bedroom? Surely Elias didn’t mean to
seduce me on his coronation day, when Emily was present. I
looked over at the dance floor, which was mostly empty, save
for an elderly couple in the corner. Everyone else seemed to