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

“Nah.” I laughed lightly. “I think I just outgrew the
fantasy.”
“Hm.”
“What about the Princess of Austria?” I asked suddenly.
“What about her?”
“You’ve never been on a date with her?”
“For appearances. Yes.”
“For appearances?” My lips pursed. “How many dates
have you been on that weren’t for appearances?”
“One.”
“One?” I repeated, my jaw dropping.
“It’s why I like to come here in the summers. It’s an
escape from the appearances and the constant reminder that
everything I do is for The Crown.”
“So your one date that wasn’t for pretenses was here?”
Something akin to jealousy sprouted inside of me.
“That’s right.” His lips merely moved, but his eyes were
laughing.
“Interesting.” I took another sip of champagne and tore
my gaze from his to look back at the ocean.
“Addie.”
I met his gaze again.
“This is the date.”
“The one date?”
He nodded.
“Oh.” My heart skipped, though I still wasn’t sure why it
was important to me.
“Tell me about the scandal.”
“There’s not much to tell if you already looked it up and
saw for yourself.” I looked at the ocean again. It was dark, so
it wasn’t like I could actually see it, but I was thankful for its
waves trying to drown out my shame. “Did you watch the
video?”
“Why the fuck would I do that?”