I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 29

Is he here to cause more trouble? She had to get away. The last thing she wanted right now was to see his face.

“Hello, Mr. Bragg,” she mumbled, quickly stuffing the last piece of her sandwich into her mouth. She stood up, head bowed, and hurried toward the door.

In her haste, her foot caught on a loose brick on the pavement. She stumbled, lost her balance, and pitched forward—directly onto Jareth.

It happened in a flash. She landed squarely in his lap, her lips crashing against his.

Niamh froze, completely stunned, as if she’d been turned to stone. She could only lie there, her eyes wide with shock, staring at him. He smelled faintly of tobacco, a scent that was unique yet strangely familiar, as if she’d smelled it somewhere long ago.

Jareth didn’t move either. Her lips were soft and surprisingly sweet, and his mind instantly flashed back to that night five years ago. It seemed that every time he was near this woman, that memory resurfaced.

Especially now. His heart began to pound in his chest.

A bird suddenly swooped low over the rooftop, its wings beating the air.

The sound broke the spell. Niamh’s mind cleared, and she realized with horror that she was not only sprawled across Jareth’s lap but was also kissing him.

She immediately pushed herself up, her hands gripping the armrests of the wheelchair for support.

But as she put her left foot down, it landed on the same loose brick. Her body tilted sideways again. Panicking, she instinctively grabbed the armrest to steady herself.

Her weight, however, was too much. As she fell, she pulled the wheelchair over with her.

Jareth tumbled out, landing heavily on top of her, and their lips slammed together once more.

At that moment, Niamh wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

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