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

“I have two days o , but my line sounded better than
saying that.”
I laughed again. Suddenly, the door beside us burst open
and we both froze as if caught doing something wrong. I’d
only ever seen Prince Elias smiling that charming, pantydropping
grin he liked to flash at photographers just as they
snapped his photo, the one I’d seen yesterday when Etienne
was with me, so the fact that he was standing before me,
glaring, threw me for a loop. I blinked away from his eyes
and it was then that I noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. My
eyes widened on his torso. There was no question that the
prince worked out.
“Do you need something?” he snapped.
“Um. No.” I blinked rapidly at his tone, wondering why in
the world it was directed toward me. “I was just dropping o
a few things.”
“Do we have everything we need, Pierre?” His gaze swung
to the guard.
“Yes, sir.”
“Please bring it inside.” He spoke to him in a direct yet
polite tone. It was me he was saving the disdain for and that
was perfectly clear when he looked at me again. “Thank you
for bringing it. That will be all. I’ll be needing my things
much earlier tomorrow.”
In response, I could only nod and blink. I couldn’t even
say another word. Pierre followed the prince inside and the
door was shut in my face. It was definitely not what I’d been
expecting and not something I wanted to experience again.