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 asked, glancing

must be dreaming,” I muttered, brushing my cheek against

“You’re sleep talking?”

much, all I dream of is you. And the things I want to do to you…

could hear it thudding against his chest.

do to me?”

want you inside

you

me, Soren!” I giggled, not even realizing

later, I felt myself plummeting into

I felt a weight on top of me. Then, his lips sealed mine, almost

you dream of doing to

me a rush. I pushed him

asking for it. I was

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 anyone outside

other company, over and over, as if the world might end tomorrow, and today was

all good things, it eventually