Read Valan Playboys for Free Online Page A

place.
    Sitting, I growled, “You do realize this is my table, right?”
    King Jerome chuckled softly, munching on a piece of bacon, and ignored my question. “Why were you running from Queen Clover?”
    I rolled my eyes as I lifted my morning flask from the inside of my pocket, adding vodka to my orange juice. “Apparently, there was a little bit of damage to the indoor pool last night.”
    “What did you do?” He waved his bacon back and forth. “I thought you were through after the chandelier crashed and burned.”
    I nibbled on my lip, trying not to laugh. “That one wasn’t entirely my fault.”
    King Balar snorted softly, sipping on his coffee, his eyes on my drink as I stirred the liquor in the orange juice. “Fifty Valan dancing on a chandelier—”
    “Exactly,” I interrupted. “Fifty. Not one. It wasn’t just me.”
    A white brow lifted. “And the pool?”
    “Not entirely sure what happened there. The Shifter-beef-trio had a little something to do with it, if I remember right.”
    His brows puckered. “Shifter—”
    “You don’t want to know.” I took a healthy swig of my drink before I began cutting into my waffles, my stomach growling quietly, starving.
    King Jerome hummed softly. “And the Angel?”
    My lips curved softly around my fork, and then I chewed slowly. “No worries for King Sephove. I was gentle .” My gaze casually swung to King Balar, brows lifting. “And how was your evening with your overnight guests?”
    He shrugged a casual shoulder. “Satisfying.” His grin was utter masculine delight, glancing to King Jerome. “I now see the beauty of Queen Clover putting this little meeting into place.” He sighed, sliding a little further down on his chair, his legs spreading wide in his black suit pants. “Our homes are a long way from other Valan.”
    King Jerome lips twitched. “Indeed.”
    I scratched my chin distractedly, glancing at him, eyeing his sated expression. “And your evening, King Jerome?”
    Same answer. “Satisfying.”
    “Wonderful.” My lips curved, my expression sweet. “We’re all satisfied.” Lifting my drink, I sat back on my chair, sipping it distractedly, staring out at the crowd…until I almost choked on it. Quickly grabbing a napkin, I dabbed at my mouth. Hurriedly, I sat it down, grabbing King Balar’s coffee, chugging it down even as it scalded my throat. My eyes were wide in the direction of the doors to the cafeteria.
    Both men were already staring where I was, their brows furrowed, watching as Callie rushed to the newcomers who had entered. Her own gaze enormous, holding her hands up with a plastered fake smile on her lips and talking animatedly to them, she glanced covertly up in my direction with a pointed expression.
    King Balar whispered, “Who are they?”
    “My foster parents and their kid.” I was still choking a bit with a fist in front of my mouth and stuffing my flask hurriedly into the hidden pocket of my jacket. Swiftly standing to my feet, I ignored their failed attempt to hide their shock at the fact humans were here. I ran my fingers through my hair hurriedly, asking hastily, “Do I look all right?”
    King Balar was incredulous. “You care what they think?”
    My sigh was heavy. “This family is nice. A lot nicer than the others.” My gaze hurriedly swung to King Jerome. “ Do I look all right?”
    His voice was calming, smooth. “If you’re asking if it appears like you were two sheets to the wind last night, no. You look beautiful, even if you wear too much make-up.”
    My blink was slow. “Thanks. I think.” I waved a hand at my plate. “Don’t eat my food. I’m starving.” Vaulting down the stairs, my smile was utterly genuine when Hanna, their four-year-old daughter caught sight of me.
    “Lana!” she shouted excitedly, her hands flying in the air excitedly. Her tiny feet raced across the stone flooring, her arms spread wide, dodging past Valan who paused in their meals to glance behind them as the