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

He laughed again. The villa was the same layout as mine,
so finding one wouldn’t be di cult. It was finding one that
didn’t have people standing outside of it waiting that would
prove to be a challenge. I glanced around the room. The
longer the party went on, the more risqué people seemed to
become. Apparently, inhibitions really did run wild when
people had something to hide behind. I decided that going
into one of the rooms may be the best option, so I tried the
first one and found a couple making out on the bed. I shut it
quickly. I moved on to the next room and found a group of
men having a conversation. I shut that quickly as well. There
was only one room left and it was the master downstairs.
That level had a guest bathroom outside of the bedroom, so I
could use it without going into his room. I headed toward the
stairs and walked down there.
I felt uneasy. It was completely dark down here and I felt
like I was trespassing. I had to pass his bedroom to reach the
bathroom at the end of the hall, and my steps slowed as I
walked past. I heard movement inside, the sounds of a
conversation between a man and a woman. Was it the
Princess of Austria? She’d been looking for him earlier. Was
she the one he was to be engaged to? She was beautiful and
royal and fit the bill. One thing I’d learned in boarding school
was that all of those royals and billion-dollar heirs had flings
with each other at one point or another. It was a cesspool of
future monarchs and the outside world couldn’t begin to
understand them, so it made sense. Still, for some reason,
the thought didn’t sit well with me.
I went into the guest bathroom and locked the door. I
stayed in there a little longer than necessary and re-did my
wig and fixed my mask before walking out. The door to the
bedroom opened as I stepped out of the guest bathroom and
a woman walked out. She was fixing her dress and running a
finger underneath her lip to fix her lipstick. She didn’t even