The Kingmaker (All the King’s Men #1) Read Online Kennedy Ryan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: All the King's Men Series by Kennedy Ryan
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
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I take a cautious sip and grimace. Never a fan of gin, I wonder if I should have just ordered one of the tap beers.

“It’s good, no?” Aya asks, her smile hopeful.

No.

I don’t say it because I don’t want to insult her or any aspect of her country, which really is beautiful, within an hour of us meeting each other.

“I could get used to it,” I settle on saying aloud.

“Seriously,” Kimba squeals and turns to face me, her eyes wide with excitement. “These hot guys are coming over.”

“No one’s that hot. Geez.” I laugh and take another sip of my drink, which tastes better the second time around. I lift my glass for another sip, but a dark rumble of a voice freezes my glass halfway to my mouth.

“Lennix Moon Hunter.”

I glance up and literally almost drop my glass. Like, I have to catch it with my other hand.

If you’d asked who was the very last person I’d expect to see in Amsterdam or ever again, my answer would have been…

“Maxim?” My voice squeaks like it needs WD-40.

“So you do remember,” he says, his smile so wide and white I’m dazzled.

“Of-of course. How could I forget?”

To my seventeen-year-old eyes, he was handsome. The most handsome guy I’d ever seen, but now? Oh, my damn.

Now, he’s devastating. Bigger. Like everything was carefully tended over the past four years—watered and given the perfect amount of sunlight. His dark hair is slightly longer. Dark, but with those russet strands woven throughout. His face is leaner, the bones and angles modeled into something even bolder than before. Those precious-metal eyes gleam green in the dim light of the bar. And his body? Before he was lean and almost rangy, but no more. His biceps stretch a little at the sleeves, and his shirt pulls taut over the muscles of his chest. He’s filled out considerably in the past four years.

Beyond his physical appearance, there’s something else different about him. Something beneath the skin. A deeper confidence? Self-assurance? I can’t put my finger on it, but several women around us are watching him like they want to put their fingers all over it.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend, Lennix?” Vivienne asks, pointed and curious.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Vivienne, Aya, and Kimba, this is Maxim…” I falter and laugh up at him. “I just realized I never knew your last name.”

“Oh, Kingsman,” he says, spreading his smile to my friends. “Maxim Kingsman. Nice to meet you, ladies. And these guys are David, Oliver, and Hans.”

We all exchange smiles and pleasantries and move our newly formed party to a large booth at the back. The brown bar lives up to its name. The paneling, the floors, the bar—all brown. The walls are studded with stained glass, and kitschy signs introduce lightheartedness into the somber decor. It’s warm and perfect for hanging out and laughing with a group of friends. Or in our case, a horny group of people who barely know each other. I’m too focused on the man I’ve dreamed about since I was seventeen sitting at a table with me in Amsterdam, of all places, to pay the others much mind.

“What are the odds, huh?” Maxim asks after we’re all settled and have fresh drinks and bar food.

“I know, right? I can’t believe you’re here.” That sounds so wistful, like I’ve been some damsel waiting for her prince. “I mean, that we’d run into each other like this.”

“Yeah, crazy. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Well,” I say, lowering my eyes to the drink in front of me, “I wish I could say our efforts that day paid off. Not sure if you heard—Cade Energy won and built that pipeline.”

“I’m sorry, Lennix.” When I glance up, the sad resignation in his eyes feels so sincere, it makes me smile despite the pang in my chest every time I remember those bulldozers scraping up and destroying our land.

“It’s okay. Not your fault. It would have taken a miracle, and they’re hard to come by with the government, corrupt politicians, and that bastard Warren Cade against you.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” He clears his throat and shifts in his seat, a frown bending his thick brows.

“Hey, sorry. I don’t mean to sound cynical, but it was just tough. We’ve been lied to and tricked so much. I shouldn’t be surprised, but it still hurts.”

“I understand.” He nods, looking down into his glass, too. “Well, I guess I can’t ever really understand, but I sympathize, and I hate that it has been what it has and that it keeps being that so much.”

It was said perfectly, his sincere wish that things had been and could be different. It wasn’t condescending or defensive or any of the things people say when they aren’t sure what to do about pain they didn’t cause but feel connected to.



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