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

C H A P T E R 4
I
paused, exhaling heavily as I leaned over to set the
basket down and catch my breath. I wasn’t used to
carrying heavy things and this wicker basket filled with
everything from fresh white towels to bath salts and
champagne was definitely amongst the heaviest I’d carried. I
opened and closed my hands to stretch out my red fingers.
My grandmother, who lived her entire life in the service of
families, carrying things, washing clothes, and cleaning
houses, would have been disappointed in me. Taking a deep
breath, I closed my eyes and took in the soothing scent and
sound of the beach, and opened my eyes as I crouched and
lifted the basket once more to continue my trek. The golf cart
I normally used was being replaced and therefore, I had no
choice but to walk across the lawn and deliver the basket by
hand.
When I arrived here, I knew I’d be serving penance for my
sins, and I was ready to do whatever my uncle assigned to
me as a job. As far as jobs went, delivering this basket should
have been the easiest thing I had to do, but ever since
yesterday’s experience I’d been trying to figure out a way to
hand the job to someone else. My uncle only asked me for
two things: a few hours at the bookstore each week and help
with the rental villas on the property. He was very specific on