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

that’s just me being picky. At the end of the day, I just want
to be valued and loved.” I shrugged. “That’s it.”
“You’ve really thought this through.” His brows rose. He
watched me for a second before turning back to the ocean
and sipping his wine. “Let’s go down to the beach. Part two
of the date,” he said with a wink as he stood, picked up the
bottle of wine, and waited for me to follow.
I was sure I’d scared him away, but it didn’t matter. The
prince wasn’t mine to keep. Scaring him away wasn’t a dealbreaker.
Thinking of it that way, it felt kind of freeing, and a
little sad, but I wouldn’t focus on that. I couldn’t have him,
and that was final. The sooner I accepted that, the better it
would be. But then, he grabbed my hand and held it in his as
we walked together down the stairs and onto the sand, and I
couldn’t help the butterflies that came alive in my stomach.
A large covered area came into view and it took me a
moment to understand what I was seeing. It was as if they’d
covered a part of the sand with a king-sized blanket and
placed candles all around it. Two of his security guards stood
on either side of it.
“You really thought of everything.”
“It’s my first real date, remember?” He shot me a halfsmile
that made a warm sensation travel through me.
The security guys walked toward us as we reached the
blanket. One of them was Pierre. I felt a twinge of panic,
riddled with guilt, as our eyes met, but he seemed unfazed by
the entire thing and smiled widely at me as if he knew this
would happen. It made the guilt inside my chest expand.
Elias said nothing. He simply nodded at them as we passed
and let go of my hand once we kicked o our shoes and
settled over the plush blanket. I wiggled my toes over it as I
sat down. He sat beside me, close enough that our sides were
touching, and poured us both another glass of wine. I’d had
enough that I was feeling it for sure, my brain hazy,