The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 411

Soren hugged me and gently patted my back, trying to comfort me into sleep.

Grogginess clouded my mind. Was it pure exhaustion or just the alcohol? I had no idea. But at least I was quiet

now.

When I finally started to stir, I felt lights flashing and ducking away from me. I lifted my head and realized Soren was carrying me in a bridal hold, my head resting on his shoulder.

His profile was breathtaking–seriously the most handsome thing I’d ever seen.

His jaw? Chiseled.

His Adam’s apple? Sharp.

His ears? Sculpted.

I couldn’t help but giggle.

up already? What’s so funny?” he asked,

brushing my cheek against his

“You’re sleep talking?”

I must be. Every time I drink too much, all I dream of is you. And the things I want

up. I could hear it thudding against his chest.

want to do to me?” he asked.

you inside

you say?”

me, Soren!” I giggled, not even realizing what

few seconds later, I felt

me. Before I could process what had happened, I felt a

to me,

courage gave me a rush. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top.

I was just

never be exhausted. Alcohol was terrible–except when it was this good. I’d never felt so

didn’t leave the hotel the next day. We didn’t care what

other company, over and over, as if the world might end tomorrow, and today was our last chance to be

things, it eventually came