The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Then you should sit in the middle. It’s more convenient for me that way!” I turned, sidestepping her and pushing her in front of me.

Soleil spun and shoved me forward. “I am not sitting with Ren! He’s so gonna nag me again!”

Oh my God, the embarrassment of taking turns shoving each other while the car sat there for minutes…

In the end, I had to sit in the middle.

His scent immediately flooded my senses–fresh, musky, regal.

I gulped. It felt like the half of my body closest to him had suddenly been ennobled.

“Bye, Jeannie! Thanks for the meal!” Soleil called out.

Jean waved back.

The window started to roll up. The car was turning claustrophobic.

My muscles tensed.

leaning against my shoulder- squeezing me even closer to the other

say anything, Soren suddenly spoke.

lot! I could drink one more bottle

darkly. “Ah, I see.

feeling a little faint! I need to nap for a bit! Yawn! Don’t talk

leaned against the car door, resting her head there–her body taking up even more

My legs were practically brushing against his

to the side as much as he could to

butt aside to give

started pushing

was basically pressed against

I could feel his warmth. It was grilling me, damn it!

sent me home–back then, I

though? I was very conscious. Too conscious.

race faster than a jet. Hell, my

hold my hand? Would he… suddenly