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

muttered, brushing my cheek against his

“You’re sleep talking?”

Every time I drink too much, all I dream of is you. And the things I want to do to you… If only I could

sped up. I could hear it

to do to me?” he asked.

you

you say?”

Soren!” I giggled, not even realizing what I’d just

few seconds later, I felt myself plummeting into

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

to me, Taylor Jones,

rush. I pushed him onto the

for it. I was just the genie granting

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

next day. We didn’t care what anyone

world might end tomorrow, and

good things, it eventually came to an end.