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

be mingling with their drinks. Emily caught my attention.
She was standing in the corner speaking to Elias. Or arguing.
It seemed like they were arguing. He didn’t look very happy.
I tore my gaze from them and looked at Pierre again.
“For what? Why does he need to see me in private? Can’t
we speak here?”
“I don’t advise it.”
“Since when do you advise me at all?” I crossed my arms
and brought a hand to my lips, chewing on the tip of my
fingernail.
“Don’t show them you’re nervous.”
I let my hands fall at my sides again, blinking at him. “I
already told him I wasn’t willing to . . . you know.”
“Be his mistress,” Pierre provided with a serious nod.
“I’m glad you declined the o er.”
I stared at him for a moment. Was he glad I declined
because he thought something could still happen between
us? No. I liked to think I knew Pierre better than that. He was
too loyal to Elias to try anything with me at this point.
Maybe he was looking out for my best interest.
“So, what is it we need to discuss?” I asked again. I was
too impatient to wait.
Pierre opened his mouth to answer, but his gaze shifted to
something behind me and he shut it quickly and forced a
smile. “I’ll see you later, Adeline.”
I opened my mouth to question him, when I heard the
sound of my father’s voice just behind me.