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

Once the door was shut behind me, I let out a long, deep
breath. Normally, I liked parties because I felt like I could get
lost in them. At a party, I could drink and dance and be wild
without judgment. After the whole thing happened with
Thomas, I was hesitant to let others see me like that. I didn’t
want to be known as the wild child of London, despite the
papers and their headlines. I chanced another glance inside,
where the strobe lights were whirling and the people were
whooping and laughing. Maybe I’d had my fill of parties
after all. I started walking toward my villa, but upon hearing
the waves crashing the rocks below, I decided to take the
stairs between the villas and go down there. I hadn’t visited
the water since I’d arrived and the ocean felt like it was
calling me now.
I slipped o the mask on my face, and the wig, as well as
my shoes as I reached the bottom of the stairs and walked on
the lukewarm sand. It had been hot today, the sun blazing
and seeping into the sand beneath me. I knew from
experience that if I’d walked out here during the day, my feet
would’ve burned. Now, with the cooler temperature, the
warmth the sun left behind was a mere memory. I sat down
and inhaled the calming scent of the ocean, closing my eyes
as the first wave crashed. How many times had I sat out here
and pretended I was a mermaid and my prince was going to
come save me? This town had been entirely too small for me
when we lived here. It had been my father’s way of ensuring
I stayed humble during my teenage years, despite the
boarding schools and trips around the world.
“Did my party bore you?”
My heart stopped beating as my eyes popped open. I
turned my face and looked up. Prince Elias seemed
impossibly tall from this angle, like a giant who could touch
the sky. Maybe he could. He sat down beside me, slipping the
mask from his face and tossing it on the sand. Glancing over