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

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“H
ave you seen this?” Pierre walked into my o ce
and set a pile of newspapers in front of me.
I glanced at the first headline. The Playboy King. I set it
aside and looked at the next: King Size Womanizer. The Sinful
Kings Continue. Is the Throne in Peril? And the next: King’s First
Mistress Makes an Appearance. All of the photographs were of
myself and Adeline at the party last night, and others of my
father’s funeral, where I was with Emily, but couldn’t seem
to stop looking at Addie. I set them all down and looked at
Pierre as I stood up.
“Fuck.”
“I’m assuming Adeline is still sleeping?”
“Yes.” I sat back down with a heavy sigh.
Last night, we didn’t go back to the party. Instead, we left
through my private entrance and I had my driver bring us to
my apartment in Paris. I’d have sex with Adeline anywhere
she’d let me, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever be comfortable
sleeping in an almost four-hundred-year-old palace. The
o ce doors opened and both Pierre and I turned in that
direction to see Adeline, wearing a white cotton robe, her
hair piled atop her head in a messy bun, storming in waving
her phone at us. I stood up again.
“Did you see this?”