I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 102

Jareth stared at the delicate hand gripping his wrist, his brow furrowing.

This woman, who always seemed so resilient and cheerful, could feel fear? He supposed a single mother raising four children on her own must have her share of hidden hardships.

Putting down the washcloth, he sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked her hair. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His words seemed to calm her, and she settled down. When Jareth tried to pull his arm back, however, he found it pinned beneath her. With a sigh, he slid off the bed and onto the floor, leaning against the nightstand, figuring he’d wait for her to fall into a deeper sleep.

But then, Niamh suddenly rolled over, flinging her limbs out in every direction, her grip on his arm still ironclad. His arm was now pressed directly against the soft curve of her breast.

Jareth’s heart hammered in his chest, and he could feel a blush creeping up his neck.

He stood and leaned over her, trying to gently ease his arm away. But just as he was about to succeed, she rolled again, this time away from him. Caught off balance, Jareth stumbled, catching himself with one hand just inches from falling on top of her.

He shot her a glare, but before he could try to stand up again, she flopped onto her back. Two seconds later, she rolled once more, this time facing him. Through it all, her grip on his arm remained relentless.

She was starting to shift again when Jareth, fed up, swung his right leg over her, pinning her lower body to the bed. She struggled a few times before giving up, a frustrated frown creasing her brow.

Jareth sighed, looking down at her face. The woman was an absolute menace when she drank, a restless sleeper even when passed out. Did she think she owned the entire king-sized bed?

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