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

and back in Paris next Sunday. It was definitely a lot, but for
Elias, I’d shoulder the burden for now.
When we were together, we discussed everything before
getting lost in each other’s arms. In the morning, we woke
up and shared breakfast before going about our days. Today
was no di erent. I’d just finished packing a small overnight
bag for my trip; since I had everything I needed here and in
London, I didn’t really need much. Now all I had to do was
wait for Elias to finish up the meeting he was holding in his
o ce so that he could drop me o at the airport. For now,
I’d be flying in a private jet owned by the Crown and used by
them and their sta . I didn’t want to, but I also didn’t want
to be followed by frenzied cameramen asking questions
about an impending engagement. According to the tabloids
and all of the news channels in France, everyone was rooting
for us to be married and start a family.
I was walking by his o ce when I noticed the door
slightly ajar and slowed down. Maybe he was done with his
meeting. When I heard voices, I stopped walking and waited
just outside the door.
“Well, I have to say, making her your girlfriend definitely
helped you with the press,” the man said.
“It was a leap of faith,” Elias stated.
“All because of a commoner,” the man said. I couldn’t see
him, but I could hear the awe in his voice. “You have to keep
her around until after Parliament is complete.”
“I will,” Elias said. “She’s also taking up some
responsibility on behalf of the Crown.”
“That will boost morale through the roof,” the man said.
“Incredible.”
“It is incredible indeed.”
“I wanted to understand what would lead you to break
things o with my daughter, and I guess I understand. Your