TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (e book reader for pc txt) 📗

Holy shit, Jareth had to friggin be like Mr. Miyagi or something, I concluded.

While still maintaining his tight hold of Justin's arm, Jareth leaned in very close to his ear and spoke inaudibly enough so that I wasn't able to make out what was being said. Jareth's calm expression was never faltering; whereas Justin looked terrified, the man literally pissed his pants. Cautiously, Justin nodded his head in agreement. He actually looked like he was about to burst into tears.

I almost felt sorry for him. Well almost.

Jareth released him, and Justin bolted out the door faster than you could say señor pissy pants. Completely dumbfounded, I sat there with my jaw dropped, trying to comprehend what just happened.

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3rd Person POV

Jareth turned towards Sammie and brushed off his suit jacket. He then held his pale hand out for a speechless Sammie to take.

A content smirk curled up on his lips as she took his hand and walked with him to the front of the restaurant. He stepped away to talk to the establishment's night manager, leaving her alone with her confused thoughts about the recent events that had transpired. The two men seemed to appear laughing as Jareth warmly placed his hand on the man's back and gave him a quick nod. Jareth then handed the stocky man his business card, and the two shook hands amicably.

Jareth casually strode back, returning to Sammie's side, and held out his arm to her. She shyly laced her slender fingers gently around his arm, clutching his muscular forearm. He gave her one of his megawatt smiles, making any discomfort she felt prior simply vanish entirely, then spoke.

"Well, now that it seems all the unpleasantries are out of the way, shall we head out to the cinema Samantha? I do believe we have a movie to catch."

Sammie blushed and nodded as she allowed Jareth to lead her out of the building and onto their next destination.

Chapter 13

Sammie's POV

It's been two weeks, three days, and nine hours since Jareth and I became official. My boyfriend and I, that's right, it’s official folks, Jareth is my man. We have been blissfully happy. I mean, yeah, I still don't know where he gets all his money from or what it is precisely that he does for a living, but somehow, he always seems to charm his sexy ass out of giving me a real answer. He's lucky he so damn gorgeous. Typically my curiosity still got the best of me, but this man is smooth, my friends.  He essentially explained that he comes from old money and made several wise investments, thus allowing him to live a very comfortable lifestyle. 

Jareth also assured me that he was not a criminal, nor did he dabble in any sort of criminal activity, so my curiosity was suppressed at least ... for now.

Shockingly, our relationship has been pretty much smooth sailing. I mean, Jareth is very laid back and composed all the time. Nothing ever seems to get to him, save the one time where I swore he could conceivably be a lot more dangerous than he looks. Since then, that side of him never again presented itself; I chalked it up to merely being a product of the situation we had been in at the time.

Ahh, Justin ... what an idiot, am I right? Thank goodness that psycho hasn't darkened my doorstep since then.

Today was my birthday, and Jareth had decided that we were spending the entire day and night together.  As silly as it sounds, I am just as dizzy as a virgin on prom night. Despite my many, many, MANY signals to Jareth that I desired to take our relationship to the next level, he always managed to put off our lovemaking.  Jareth's reasoning behind his inclination for us to hold off was such that the entire experience would be perfect for me when we finally did do it. So romantic, Sigh ...

Yeah, I admit it; I am totally and inexplicably hooked. 

Quite sure, folks, that our special night will be tonight. Best Birthday present ever - Whoop-Whoop!!

Yeah, I know, I know, counting my chickens. What can I say ... cluck, cluck my friends. 

Since I was planning on being out all night, I packed my overnight bag and was finishing my final touches before Jareth picked me up. He's always so damn punctual. My curiosity was undeniably piqued regarding what he had in store for us today because he'd been so mysterious about what these secret plans entailed. I opted to dress up in something that I believed to be a safe bet for a day outing. I donned a fun and flirty, off the shoulder, dark red sundress that showed just the right amount of cleavage. Underneath, however, I wore my sexy black lace thong with matching corset and thigh highs. Jareth wouldn't know what hit him. I felt exceptionally confident that he would definitely approve of my choice of sexy lingerie, and I planned on making him well aware that I was very eager to show it off for him. Being ready for any occasion, I made sure to wear matching red strappy wedge heels and packed my black Louboutin's as a backup. Just as I finished applying my cherry red lip stain and gloss, I heard a chime from my doorbell announcing Jareth's arrival.

When I opened the door, I was overcome with awe and disbelief. No lie, my jaw dropped at what was in front of me. Jareth was standing in my doorway looking impeccable as ever, in his black slacks and a black button-down shirt. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off his muscular forearms. This alone was more than enough to take my breath away and turn my panties into a wet frenzy.  To make things even more impressive was that several dozen long-stemmed red roses surrounded him - twenty-five to be exact. Yep, this man purchased a dozen roses for every year I've been alive.

Fangirling dreamy-eyed pause