I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 122

“Plenty,” Jareth answered, not bothering to hide his smugness.

Niamh shot back, “Mr. Bragg, I bet you’ve never even kissed a woman before, have you?”

Her words hit a nerve, and for a moment, Jareth wanted to throw her into the ocean. The woman knew far too much. Because he really hadn’t ever kissed a woman.

Gritting his teeth, Jareth grabbed her wrist and pulled. Niamh lost her balance and tumbled into his arms. Before she could react, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.

Niamh’s mind went completely blank. The world seemed to stop.

Jareth’s mind, however, was racing. He was consumed by a single, critical question: what was he supposed to do next? He couldn’t just keep their lips pressed together like this, could he?

“Hey, look at that passionate pose. I want to try that,” a young woman cooed to her boyfriend as they strolled past.

The comment snapped Niamh back to reality. Just as she was about to shove Jareth away, he suddenly pulled back. He grabbed her by the arm, lifted her up, and unceremoniously pushed her aside.

Niamh stumbled back several steps before catching her balance.

“Jareth, what the hell was that?” she demanded.

First, he kisses her out of nowhere, and then he shoves her away? Was he insane?

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