King of Clubs by Jekka Wilde EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Jekka Wilde
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ALICE
The King of Clubs was laughing at me.
Not in an obnoxious, drunk frat boy at the comedy club kind of way, but
in a twisted, sinister, wicked kind of way.
He’d tricked me.
The douchelord had tricked me! He’d kidnapped me and stolen the
Vorpal Sword from me, and now he’d just tricked me into making a deal to
stay with him until he said otherwise.
For all I knew, that might be forever.
Fuck my life.
Right in the ass.
With a traffic cone.
“That’s not fair!” I screamed at him. “You asshole! I never had a chance
of leaving, did I? That’s not fair at all!”
“I don’t play fair, Alice,” said the King of Clubs as he returned to the
black velvet sofa and resumed his card game with Callister. “I play to win.”
It took me a hot second to pick my jaw back up from where it had fallen
on the floor. I’d been screwed over so many times in my life, taken
advantage of because of my family’s fame and money and connections, but
this was some next level shit.
I had a closet full of Birkin bags, Miu Miu, and Prada. I drove a fucking
Bentley. When I wanted a table at the hottest restaurant, I didn’t need
reservations. I always got the best seat. Same with movie premiers and
music festivals. I only sat in the VIP section. I’d been to the Met Gala
twice. I never had to wait in line for anything . . . not even Taylor Swift
tickets.
Wherever I went, people fell over themselves to kiss my ass, impress
me, or make my life easier. I was Alice Fucking Darling, and I wasn’t about
to put up with the King of Clubs’ bullshit for another second.
Wonderland wasn’t even real!
I was only here because I’d had too much to drink and followed a guy
dressed like the White Rabbit through the streets of LA so I could return his
stupid pocket watch. I must’ve slipped in the rain and hit my head.
Or maybe I’d simply blacked out and my personal assistant Dinah had
stuffed me in an Uber and dragged me back home. I knew the second I got
out of this black room full of big fancy mirrors, I’d wake up in my own
bedroom and vow to never get so wasted again.
I marched across the polished black and gold tiles of the king’s private
apartment and wrapped my hands around the ornate golden doorknob.
It didn’t budge.
With all my might, I heaved and twisted and yanked. Then I tried
pushing as hard as I could.
Nothing.
My hands were starting to hurt.
“Should we tell her it’s locked?” Callister asked, glancing over his hand
of cards until his gaze met the king’s.
The King of Clubs revealed a faint smile as I spun around to glare at
him. He’d be gorgeous if he wasn’t such an insufferable prick.
“I think she’s figured it out.”
“Let me go!” I demanded. “I’m not your prisoner!”
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