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, glancing down at me.

must be dreaming,” I muttered, brushing my cheek

“You’re sleep talking?”

the things I want to do to you…

sped up. I could hear

you want to do to me?” he asked.

you

did you say?”

not even realizing

seconds later, I felt myself plummeting into the

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

dream of doing to me, Taylor Jones, and I’ll

rush. I pushed him onto the bed

was just the genie granting his wish.

terrible–except when it was this

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

world might end tomorrow, and today was

all good things, it eventually came