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

“Are you not my world?”
I pulled away slightly and met his gaze. The conversation
I overheard between him and Emily’s father replaying in my
head. I wasn’t sure whether to slap him or walk away.
Setting aside the fact that I was completely shocked to find
him here, that is, because even if he did know where I was I
hadn’t expected him to chase after me. Send Pierre after me?
Maybe. Call me incessantly the way he had been? Maybe. But
not actually show up. He was a King, for God’s sake.
Traditionally, the King didn’t leave his throne unless he had
important matters to take care of, and even then, the
important matters went to him, not the other way around.
The pub was so quiet you could hear the dripping of the not
fully shut faucet nearby. Elias was still staring at me,
waiting, assessing, the way a true King would. I let the
silence drag on because I was enjoying his minimal
discomfort, which no one else could see but I knew him well
enough to take note. Finally, I licked my lips and spoke up.
“You don’t need to sweet-talk me. If you need me to
pretend to be your girlfriend, you can just ask me. I would
have done you the favor.”
“I don’t want any favors from you, Adeline. And I want
you to be with me because you want to be, so I fully
understand if you want to walk away from me, but you can’t
expect me not to fight for what’s mine.”
“Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I’m not yours.”
His eyes flashed. “Don’t say that. Say anything but that.”
“I’m not a prize, Elias.”
“To me, you are, Addie.” He stepped closer still. “The
ultimate prize. One I don’t deserve, but will work an eternity
to earn.”
“Elias.” I shook my head, swallowing back tears. He was
impossible.