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

“Because it makes you seem weak. People will soon be
wondering if you make all of your decisions with your cock.”
Harsh, but I understood it. Adeline took a deep breath and
let it out with a nod.
“She’s right. Those are the kinds of things my father will
crucify you for whenever he gets in front of a microphone.”
“Another valid point,” my mother said. “Does your father
know about this?”
“No.”
She smiled slowly. “This may be good. Knock him on his
ass a little bit. Imagine his face when he turns on the
television and his daughter is sitting beside the man he hates
and they’re proclaiming their feelings for each other.”
“Maman,” I reprimanded.
Adeline laughed. My mother smiled.
“I think it’s a brilliant idea,” Adeline added. “But I don’t
think I should join Elias in the broadcast.”
“This is the way, dear. It’s all or nothing,” my mother
said.
“I’m trying to ease her into it. I don’t want to scare her
away.”
“She’s going to be scared either way, Elias. She needs to
know what she’s getting herself into and what she’s giving
up.” My mother looked at Adeline. “What will you do with
your company when you get married?”
“Married?” Addie sat straight up. “He hasn’t . . . we
haven’t . . . ” She blinked and looked over at me. “We haven’t
discussed marriage.”
“This is not your regular relationship, Adeline, where you
can wait until the last minute to discuss major life changes.
From here on out, every thought, every decision, every single
time you think you need to use the loo you’ll have to discuss
it with someone on the sta .”
“I understand.” Adeline nodded.