The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

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1 stared at hirm, stunned.

“Ah, Fimean.. I just think that unit isn’t comfortable eng for you. Bullet doesn’t even have érintigh space to

“You even thought of any dog?” I replied, leering at him with a half smile.

Honestly, I was overjoyed that he cared God, this guy had be an angel.

Soren could tell. Emboldened, he took my hand and brushed his thumb over my palm. “Well, he’s family to your… so he’s family to me, too.”

His gaze softened. “So, what do you think? If you like it her, stay over. I swear I won’t cross any boundary you set. I won’t do anything you don’t consent to–until you’ve finally accepted me.”

It was hard to say no to all of this. But 1 hesitated.

Moving into another man’s house alone felt like handing myself over to him. It would be easy for things to happen, right? Roommates could turn into something more with just the right spark.

to pack my bags and leave all over again, like last time. That had been humiliating enough. Maybe… not?

couldn’t tell him that, though. Not when he

picky about where I live. It’s just a shelter for me to sleep under. There’s no real difference between a big house and

nearly 1,200 square yards, with five floors and eight rooms.

me

me, and I cast my

understood my hesitation because, after a while, he sighed. “Alright. Then you don’t have to move

“Okay.”

you home.”

handsome profile, my guilt only deepened. “Did you bring me here

I work,

then, I hadn’t chosen my place carefully. I just needed to find somewhere–anywhere–to live as soon as possible, just to get

the session. He had handed over the money so

to him.