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

like anyone told me I’d be getting a huge slice of humble pie
when he asked me to take over delivering baskets to the
princes, who were back this summer, renting their usual
four villas on our property. Nope. No one asked me to do any
of this, yet here I was, angry and alone and completely
hating every single decision I’d made in the last year of my
life.
“My father said he could make the tabloid stories go
away,” Etienne said, from the floor, where he was helping
me stock new books I’d ordered for the store to liven the
place up.
“It’s not your father’s job to erase my mistakes.” I walked
over with another stack and placed them on the floor. “It’s
my job to stay out of the tabloids. I should have known
better.” I sighed. “God, it’s so embarrassing that your father
even knows about them.”
“He’s a celebrity lawyer, Addie. He knows about
everything,” Etienne said. “In all fairness, you were dating a
banking heir. Staying out of the tabloids would have been
impossible.”
“Yeah, but filming a sex tape was plain dumb.” I sighed
heavily. “I’m an idiot. End of story.”
“Thomas is an idiot. He should have never let it leak and
I’m sorry but I don’t believe he had no part in it.”
“Why would you think he had anything to do with that?
Because he looked like a fucking god in the tape and I looked
like absolute shit?”
“You didn’t look like shit.”
“You watched it?” I aimed a book at him, ready to throw
it.
“No,” he said quickly. “I saw the stills on the tabloids
though. Everyone did.”
“I hate myself.” I lowered the book and closed my eyes.
“You shouldn’t.”