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

C H A P T E R 9
I
didn’t drink much. Not because there wasn’t plenty
to drink, and then some, but because peoplewatching
was much more fun when you did it sober. When I
was dating Thomas, I’d rubbed shoulders with world leaders
and even some members of the royal family in London, but
that didn’t make me any less intimidated to be at this party.
I had no idea who was who beneath the masks and even
though that was the beauty of it—we were all equal in here—
it was still extremely jarring to think about.
“That right there is Benjamin Drake,” Pierre whispered
beside me.
“What? Where?” I followed his finger to one of the men
dancing on the dance floor. “How do you know?”
“I saw him without his mask earlier,” he said.
“You’re a real fan, eh?”
“Aren’t we all?” He grinned. “I’ve met him a few times.
Nice bloke.”
“Well, that’s good to know. I would really hate to toss his
jersey.”
Pierre laughed. “Hey, I’m going to get another drink.
Want one?”
“No, thanks. I’m going to look for the toilets.” I hesitated.
“Well, I know where everything is, so, yeah.”