I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 106

The video showed Niamh bouncing on the sofa like a madwoman. Then it cut to her jumping on the bed, and then back to the sofa. She was having the time of her life, shouting, “Wow, this is so much fun! So much fun!”

Watching her own drunken antics, Niamh wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

She gritted her teeth. “Mr. Bragg, even if that’s true, you still shouldn't have taken my clothes off.”

Internally, she was already cursing, "And you stripped me down to nothing! I bet you couldn’t resist groping me with those filthy hands of yours! You pig!"

“And another thing, Mr. Bragg,” she added, “you didn’t… grope me or anything when you were taking my clothes off, did you?”

Jareth’s temper flared. “Niamh, not only did you vomit all over me, but you also worked yourself into a sweaty mess. I spent half the night taking care of you, and this is the thanks I get? An interrogation? Are you even human?” he added deliberately.

Niamh was speechless.

He then pulled up another video. This one showed her clinging to his arm, rolling back and forth on the mattress. After that, she was burrowing relentlessly into his chest.

Niamh quickly turned away. How could she have done something so mortifying? Rolling around was bad enough, but why was she trying to crawl into his arms? Was his embrace really that comfortable?

Jareth had recorded the videos precisely because he worried she wouldn’t remember and he’d have no proof.

“I told you I can’t drink, but you insisted!” she snapped, turning the blame on him. “This is all your fault!”

With that, she fled into the bathroom.

“Niamh, you can wash my clothes while you’re at it!” Jareth called after her, an involuntary smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

On what grounds? Niamh fumed silently.

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