Chapter 4.

I felt myself grow light in the head when he said those words. He accepted. I was his now. I swallowed and watched how he stood and made his way over towards where I was sitting on the couch. He kneeled before me, taking my hand in his.

'I will do everything in my power to make you happy Sarah. That is my promise to you.' His mismatched eyes stared into mine, trying to see right into my soul.

'Can I- will you let me pack some things, or-' I had no clue how to finish that line. He would want me to take some clothes with me, right? Would he want me to stay here for a few more days?

He smiled at me and my nervous words and stood himself straight, releasing my hand.

'I won't leave you here on your own any longer, I will take you with me tonight. Take what you really need, the rest will follow tomorrow.' He gave me a little nod before he started walking around the room, watching photos that stood on shelves. I made myself get up and walk towards my room upstairs.

I still found it very hard to believe he was really here, taking me away. It was so strange, too good to be true. I found my bag under my bed and took some underwear along with some clothing and a little make up.

Besides it was too good to be true, it was so terrifying. A grown man wanted me to become his wife, someone I only knew for a day or two. He had to be rich or something if my father had that much debts with him. Who was this Jareth King?

The house was completely silent, so I almost knew for sure he had not followed me upstairs. I started my laptop and anxiously went to Google and searched for anyone named Jareth King. My mouth dropped open when I saw his picture show up. His beautiful sharp features watched me from many pictures on the screen, some serious, some grinning. But in all pictures it was him.

"2015- Jareth King has bought every company in town, turning them into successful enterprises. His current capital is estimated 2 billion dollars."

I had to keep myself from falling from my chair and quickly closed my laptop, trying to wrap myself around the fact that the man in my house, the man who wanted to marry me, was a billionaire. A successful business man who owned the complete town.

I forced myself to finish packing my bag, placing my laptop on top of my clothes. I knew I had to face him eventually. The only thing that made me walk outside my room, was the idea he had no clue that I now knew who he was. For all he knew I was the stupid 18 year old, unknowing of everything.

I found him sitting in the kitchen, waiting for me to join him. I was surprised he had stayed downstairs, like he gave me the time I needed to pack and say goodbye to my belongings and memories.

'Do you have everything you need love?' He asked with a deep voice. I shuddered and nodded, placing my bag on the ground beside me. He watched it for a second before he stood and took my bag, extending his free hand for me to take.

'Then come.' He helped me into my coat, his eyes watching me a bit to penetrating for my tastes. I didn't had any experience when it came to boys, let alone grown men, so the way he sometimes eyed me made me quite nervous. He seemed to notice it, although he hadn't mentioned it to me.

He carried my bag outside, waiting for me to close the front door. I knew I wasn't coming back, but maybe my father did, so I locked the door before I turned and saw the car on the driveway.

'Is that your car?' I asked, dumbfounded. It was a very large, very black, Hummer. I hadn't much knowledge with cars, but I knew this was something very expensive.

'Don't you like it?' he asked, pretending to be hurt. I stared at him.

'No- I didn't mean I didn't liked it! It's just- I have never seen such a car before. It's beautiful.' His grin turned into a smile, before he again extended my hand and let me to the car.

'I will show you a lot of things that you haven't seen before, my precious. But for now, we will journey home.'

The car was as beautiful from the inside, as it was out. The complete interior was made out of leather, all black. It was large and even though there was enough room for almost 10 people, he helped me into the passenger seat and placed himself next to me, starting the immense car.

'Is it- is your home far from here?' I asked nervously, trying to keep the conversation going. He watched me from the side and grinned.

'We have a lot of homes, my love. But for tonight we will go to our main house. I want you to settle in before we take things to a higher level.' I had no clue what he was talking about. Higher levels? And he hadn't answered my question. He grinned watching my face.

'It will be a half an hour drive precious.'

It was the last sentence spoken between us for a while. I stared outside, watching our surroundings in the darkness. It made everything a little scarier, but also more improbable. What were the chances some rich business man wanted to help a young girl settle her father's debts? He drove us almost outside town, driving between beautiful, big houses.

'We are home love,' Jareth then said, parking the car and pointing to a very large house before us. In the darkness it was hard to tell how big it completely was in the dark, but it seemed as immense as the car had been to me.

'Let's get you inside shall we, you must be tired.' He helped me get out of the car and again carried my bag, walking towards the front door of the house. I half expected a servant to opened the door, seeing how big it was and thinking about how rich he was, but he opened the door himself, letting me go in first.

'I will guide you around tomorrow if you like, for now we will retire. Have you eaten tonight Sarah?' he asked me, placing my bag in the hallway, watching me take in the beautiful hall. I slowly met his gaze. I hadn't eaten all day because of my nerves. Would he get mad at me for it?

'I- I haven't eaten yet, but I can wait till morning. I'm not very hungry,' I softly replied. I saw he didn't liked it, but decided to not get mad at me for it.

'Nonsense, follow me precious.' He clapped his hands and all the lights in the rooms linked to the hall turned on. He walked towards the first room we passed, what was a very big kitchen. It wasn't modern like I would have expected, it was made out of wood, very beautiful.

'What beautiful,' I said, my voice filled with awe. I didn't noticed his smile. He walked around and motioned for me to sit down at the table. He took a plate and silverware, placing it before me on the table.

'I had this house built, from drawings I made myself. So it's exactly like I wanted it to be. It's the reason I spend most time here, instead of the others houses I own.' He watched me for a second before he walked over towards the refrigerator and took some sort of salad out.

He took some bread, cut some slices and then placed everything before me on the table.

'Enjoy,' he said, taking place on the opposite side of the table, watching how I slowly took some salad. It tasted define.

'What do you do?' asked him after my first bite. He cocked his head to the side, his expression filled with question.

'I mean, what do you do that you can afford such a house. I mean, houses,' I corrected myself, understanding I hadn't been very clear with my question.

'I own a lot of companies. I make them successful and sell them again. Very lucrative I can tell you,' he answered. I slowly nodded, still not completely understanding how he did it.

'So now that I am here…'I continued. I didn't wanted to anger him in any way, but I hated not knowing what he would do with me. I watched his mouth turn into a grin, his eyes slowly raking my face, before they stilled watching into my eyes.

'So impatient, are we? For now I want you to eat, then sleep. Tomorrow we will discuss some more details of our, relationship,' he spoke. I noticed how dominating he could sound like, when he wanted to.

I was a little confident he didn't want to hurt me, but he still frightened me with his grins and his deep voice. And then those eyes…

'Are you finished?' He asked me when I ate the last bite of my salad. I nodded and stood, following his movements.

'For tonight, you will stay in the guestroom. That is not a permanent solution, but it will do for tonight. Come darling.' He took my hand and let me up the stairs, stopping before a white door.

'This is my room, and here-' he walked towards the white door next to it-'here's the guestroom.' He opened the door and stepped aside so I could enter. Like everything that was his, it was very beautiful. It was furnished with a wooden closet, and desk. The bed was made from wood, white linen sheets on top of it. There was a very large window, sided by white curtains. It almost looked like a ballroom, it had the right seize.

'I hope you feel at home Sarah, for I want you to feel nothing less. If you need anything, simply knock on my door,' he said. I turned around, and saw him leaning on the doorpost.

'Thank you- for everything, I mean,' I said. He smiled, not grinned. He nodded, winked and then turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Tell me, is there any situation you would like to see between Jareth and Sarah?

I just watched the making of Labyrinth and again saw what a gentlemen David was. So nice to Jennifer and so kind. He was such a talent. (I simply adore the ballroom scene, especially David's smile when he and Jennifer practiced and they both miss stepped)