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

“Pierre just showed me.” I walked around the desk and
hugged her into my chest. “I’m sorry, Addie. We were just
about to start discussing what we should do about it.”
“I knew this was going to happen.” She pulled away,
bringing her hands to cover her face as she started pacing
the room. “They’re going to paint me as the bad guy. I’ll be
the one who ripped apart an engagement. Or your mistress if
you continue making appearances with Emily.”
“There will be no appearances with Emily.” I walked over
to her and stood in front of her, so she’d be forced to stop
pacing and look at me. “Hey, you and I are a couple. A real
couple. There is no me and Emily.”
“Yeah, but the press thinks there is.” There was a
question in her eyes that she obviously didn’t want to voice. I
wasn’t sure if it was because of me or Pierre, but either way I
had no answer to it.
“We need to address the public.” I faced Pierre. “I want a
camera crew and trusted reporters in here to do a live press.”
“With all due respect, we’ve never invited reporters or the
outside world to a monarch’s private residence,” Pierre said.
“We can do it in Versailles or one of the other palace
grounds.”
“I want it done here. I don’t want a stu y interview. I
want them to feel comfortable with me. I want the public to
feel comfortable with me.” I looked between Pierre and
Adeline. “I also want to visit some of the protestors’ houses
with Adeline.”
“With me?”
“We’re a team now, remember?”
She nodded slowly, gnawing on her bottom lip. The way
her eyes clouded made me uneasy. Would she back out of
this to shield herself from the media? I wouldn’t blame her.
They put her through enough in London once before.