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

“And I’m not saying she does. Fucking hell, I can’t say
anything anymore.”
“I said I’d change into jeans with no holes in them if that
makes him more comfortable, but I don’t think wearing a
Saint Laurent dress is going to be welcome. I would hate me
if I walked into their houses like that.”
“She has a point.” Elias kissed the top of my head.
“Maybe we should both wear jeans.”
“The checklist—” Pierre took the clipboard back from me
and held it up.
“Oh my gosh, fuck the checklist,” I said. “We’ll wear
jeans. Eli can wear the button-down he’s wearing so it’ll
look semi-formal.”
“That is not semi-formal,” Pierre said. “The minute you
put jeans on it becomes informal.”
“Listen, Soldier,” I said. “I promise you jeans are fine.”
“Let’s just do whatever Addie wants to do,” Elias said.
“You better never say that in public.” Pierre shook his
head. “I swear love equates castration.”
“Fuck you.” Elias laughed loudly.
“At least you’re in a good mood all the time these days,”
Pierre said as he walked away with his stupid clipboard.
“It’s because I’m truly happy.” Elias hugged me and
turned to me. I smiled up at him, hugging his hips. “Are you
sure you’re ready for today?”
“I’m totally ready. Are you?”
“If you’re with me I am. To tell you the truth, I’m nervous
they’ll hate me. They all had horrible signs about me the day
of my coronation.”
“Nobody who knows you can ever hate you.” I kissed his
chest and pulled away. “Let’s go get ready.”