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

breath caught when I found Prince Elias watching me
closely. “Good night, gentlemen.”
With that, I grabbed my things and left. I’d parked the
golf cart up the street and when I looked over to where it
was, I noticed two similar golf carts beside it. Property of the
Crown. I wondered if Prince Elias had spotted it and decided
to go inside. I assumed so. He probably thought it was
Pierre’s and not mine.
“Adeline.”
My head whipped toward the sound of my name and I saw
Pierre walking toward me. I smiled at him.
“Did you get bored?”
“No.” He smiled. “I figured I should join you on the drive
up the hill though.” He paused. “And the prince needs a few
things for his party.”
“You mean the party he’s not even attending?” I rolled
my eyes.
“I know he comes o as . . . arrogant, but he is a good
man.” Pierre signaled for us to start walking across the
street.
“You said that already.” I shrugged. “I’m sure he’s a
lovely human.”
“He is.” Pierre laughed.
“It doesn’t matter. It genuinely makes no di erence to
me.”
“He’s taken an interest in you.”
His statement gave me pause. I started the golf cart and
sat there for a second, waiting for Pierre to sit in the
passenger seat.
“Interest how?”
“I’m sure you can imagine how many people are
constantly throwing themselves at him. Everyone wants to
be the one to make the most eligible bachelor, notorious