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.

funny?” he

must be dreaming,” I muttered, brushing

“You’re sleep talking?”

I drink too much, all I dream of is you. And the things I

I could hear

do to me?”

you

you

I giggled, not even realizing what I’d just said.

I felt myself plummeting into the

soft, bouncy mattress caught me. Before I could process what had happened, I felt a weight on top of me. Then, his lips

to

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

it. I was

could never be exhausted. Alcohol was terrible–except when it was this good.

the hotel the next day. We didn’t care what anyone outside might

as if the world might end tomorrow, and today was our last

things, it eventually