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.

the weirdest guys.” Soleil sighed, leaning against my

say anything, Soren suddenly spoke. “How much

one more

darkly. “Ah, I see.

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

resting her head there–her body

My legs were

shifted to the side as much

my butt aside to

then–her legs started pushing into my spot.

against Soren’s body now!

feel his warmth. It was grilling

sent me home–back

now, though? I was very conscious. Too

up against a guy who made my heart race faster than a jet. Hell, my blood was boiling. My head was fed with all sorts

hand? Would he… suddenly pull