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

I froze and looked around for the first time and saw the
photographers, the people looking at us and whispering,
magnified by all of the mirrors around us, and the panic I
thought I’d left behind when the sex video with my ex went
away started creeping in. I wasn’t sure if Elias saw it or not,
but he grabbed my hand and escorted me out of the Hall of
Mirrors and into the room across the hall.
“Are you okay?” he asked once he’d closed the door
behind us, took o the floor-length red royal shawl around
him, setting it down on the chair beside the door.
I watched as he removed the huge crown on his head and
set it down on the chair as well, wondering if he was
supposed to be doing that, but not caring enough to ask. I
took a deep breath and looked around. The room was huge,
dripping opulence. Definitely not the place to take someone
who doesn’t want to be overwhelmed. As I walked around, in
awe of everything, I forgot why we were even in here and
what had led us to leave that room, but just as suddenly, I
stopped walking and remembered.
“No, I’m not okay.” I turned around and faced him. “You
didn’t answer my question.”
“I didn’t. I’ve always been careful with who I had sex with
and I never slept with any of the locals. Only you.” He ran a
hand through his already brushed back hair. “I swear on
everything, Addie. I’ve never fathered a child by anyone.”
“So it’s just a rumor?”
“Of course. What kind of man do you think I am not to
claim my own child, regardless of the consequences?”
“I believe you.” I exhaled heavily after a moment. “I’m
sorry. I’ve just had quite the evening.”
“I have more for you to process.” Elias walked over to me
slowly, closing the distance between us. “And I hope you
don’t walk away from me this time.”