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.

bags and leave all over again, like last time. That had been humiliating enough.

him that, though. Not when he was looking at

I said, “I’m really not picky about where I live. It’s just a shelter for me to sleep under. There’s no real difference between a big house

1,200 square yards, with five floors and eight rooms. And I’d still only

studied me

and I cast

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

“Okay.”

you home.”

me outside. As I studied his handsome profile, my guilt only deepened. “Did you bring

from where I work, and the area you’re staying in is

needed to find somewhere–anywhere–to

that reminded me—I still hadn’t transferred the villa’s ownership to Edward. I should tell him tomorrow after the session. He had handed over the money so easily at the time, and I had spent it, too. I should

to him.