I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 99

“Damn it!” Jareth cursed, looking down at the disgusting mess on his shirt.

“Mr. Bragg, s-sorry about that,” Niamh slurred, then giggled. She was now completely plastered. Her usual limit was a single sip of wine; two full glasses had sent her over the edge.

And a drunk Niamh was a terrifying thing.

Jareth stared at the vomit on his chest, fighting the urge to punt her across the room.

“Jareth, you idiot, why did you have to see what she was like when she was drunk? Now look at you. Happy now?”

Niamh had already scrambled up from the sofa. She squinted at him, a goofy grin on her face, and swayed over to him.

She peered at his face for a moment. “Hey, handsome, you look really, really familiar. Do… do I know you?”

Jareth rolled his eyes. Two glasses of wine and she couldn’t even recognize her own boss?

Before he could answer, she grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him toward her. Her smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

“Handsome… guy… are you trying to hit on me?” She then patted his cheek. “Handsome guy, even though you’re… you’re pretty good-looking, I’m telling you, don’t waste your time. I’m never, ever going to get a boyfriend or fall in love, okay?”

“Why not?” Jareth asked, intrigued despite his anger.

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