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

my shoulder, I could see his security detail standing by the
steps. Near, yet far enough to give him privacy. I wondered if
he’d bring up what just happened inside. I wondered if I
would. No. Forget about it. It was a mistake. A one-time
thing that happened at a sexy party. Nothing else.
“Did it bore you?” I asked after a beat.
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“You make it sound like this may not be that much
better.” My lip tilted at that. “You really are an asshole, you
know that?”
“So you’ve said.”
“I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s brought that to your
attention.” I glanced at him. He had his long arms set on his
knees, his hands dangling as he looked out into the ocean.
“Outside of my siblings and maybe a few cousins, you are
the only one who’s said it to me.” He met my gaze after a
moment. “To my face, anyway.”
“Interesting.”
“It is interesting.” He inched closer. “Do you know why
they won’t say it to my face?”
“They’re afraid of the consequences?”
“I guess so. I could end them. Easily.”
“Perks of being the future king.”
“There aren’t many perks to that job.” He made a sound
that sounded between a snort and a sco as he looked away
from me. I stared at his profile. He had pretty features.
Rugged yet pretty.
“There might be if your family wasn’t dead set on
keeping things so traditional.”
“You think I haven’t had this conversation countless
times?” He looked at me again. “Do you think I haven’t tried
to figure out ways to keep the Crown happy and the people
happy? It’s not as simple as you may think it is.”
“You’re right. I don’t imagine it is.”