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.

weirdest guys.” Soleil sighed, leaning against my shoulder-

anything, Soren suddenly spoke. “How

could drink one more bottle of

darkly. “Ah, I see. Already

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

the car door, resting her head there–her body taking up

was forced even closer to Soren. My legs

he shifted to the side as much as he could

my embarrassment, I moved my butt aside to

legs started pushing into my

basically pressed against Soren’s

car was quiet. I could feel his warmth. It was

me home–back then,

now, though? I was very conscious. Too

made my heart race faster than a jet.

hold my hand? Would he… suddenly pull