I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 128

She hadn't even finished college. She didn't know who her birth parents were. She'd had children out of wedlock with a man whose identity was a mystery. What right did a woman like her have to fantasize about being with Jareth?

A person needed to know their place.

All she wanted now was to earn a living with her own two hands and provide for her children, to see them grow up healthy and safe. That was all. She didn't dare ask for more. She certainly couldn't dream that a man like Jareth would one day be hers. That was no different from daydreaming.

“Niamh, are you sure?” Jareth asked, his voice laced with venom.

Niamh tightened her grip on the mud in her fists. “I’m absolutely, one hundred percent sure,” she said, her tone unwavering. “Jareth, we’re from two different worlds. Why force something that can never be?”

“Fine. Very good,” Jareth spat. He rolled off her and stood up.

In the next moment, he shrugged off his suit jacket and threw it at her.

...

The journey back to the hotel was silent.

Later, Jareth stepped out of the shower to find Niamh blow-drying her hair. She was wearing a short, spaghetti-strap nightdress with a red floral print, revealing her long, slender legs. As she bent over, the view down the front of her dress was… comprehensive.

Jareth’s throat went dry.

“Ms. Lynn,” he barked, his voice thick. “I’ve booked you another room. I want you to move out of here. Immediately.”

Niamh thought she had misheard him. She paused for a second before continuing to dry her hair.

“Are you deaf? I said get out! Now!” he repeated, his voice rising.

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