Urban System in America-Chapter 260 - 259: Something Soft?

The morning light slipped lazily through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling across the room in a soft golden haze. It brushed against Rex’s face, warm and gentle, making him groan and shift. Just then something tickled his face, he groaned, his eyelids fluttered open, squinting against the brightness as his brain sluggishly tried to wake up. His head felt a little heavy, not painfully so, just the warm fuzziness of someone who’d definitely had one too many drinks.

That’s when he felt it.

Something warm. Something soft. Almost impossibly soft, was pressed against him.

His brow furrowed, still half asleep, as he tilted his head down, and his breath stuck in his throat. A naked flawless body was curled in his arms, pressed close as though they’d been molded together by the night itself, like they’d been made to fit.

For a moment, his half-awake brain struggled to process the sight. His eyes followed the smooth line of her back, the delicate curve of her waist, the silky hair cascading like molten gold over the pillow. Her face, peaceful, beautiful even in sleep, looked like something carved for a magazine cover, not a scene he’d wake up to. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Monica.

The realization hit like a shock. Monica, Hollywood’s new hot diva. A face literally plastered on every magazine cover, every billboard in the city, a rising star who made entire rooms fall silent when she walked in...and right now, she was fast asleep in his arms. Her breathing was slow and steady, her lips slightly parted, and that ridiculously beautiful face of hers still looked camera-ready even with her hair all wild and tangled.

He blinked, half convinced this had to be some weird alcohol-induced dream. Her bare skin brushing against his, warm and soft like a dream. For a second, he just stared, almost disbelieving. But no, the soft heat of her bare body pressed against his made it all too real.

He let out a low breath, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "Well... guess that really happened," he muttered under his breath.

For a second, memories from last night flickered back in flashes...the drinking contest, the teasing that turned into something heated, the way her laughter had turned breathless, and then the moment they’d stumbled into the penthouse, losing pieces of clothing along the way.

A wry, slightly bitter smile tugged at his lips.

"Second time. This is the second time I’ve gotten laid while drunk," he muttered under his breath. "But at least this time... I remember every damn second."

This time, unlike before, when he had just transmigrated, every detail from last night remained crystal clear. The laughter, the teasing, the heat that had sparked between them like dry tinder, and the fire that had raged, burning them both.

He exhaled slowly, a strange mix of pride and disbelief washing over him. So this actually happened.

As for why he’d gotten drunk in the first place, despite his enhanced stats and tolerance, he remembered exactly why: he’d downed half the drinks meant for her, intercepting every toast and forced glass with a grin. It had been the only way to keep her safe without making a scene.

Now here she was. In his arms. Skin like silk, breath soft against his chest.

And for a moment, Rex couldn’t help but think... this might be the best morning he’d ever woken up to.

His hand tightened slightly around her waist. Damn, she was soft. Too soft. The kind of soft that made you want to pull her even closer and never let go. He chuckled silently, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and disbelief.

He lay there quietly, letting the moment sink in, almost afraid to move and break the fragile spell. Monica’s breathing was soft and steady, her chest rising and falling against his with every breath. Her scent, something faintly floral mixed with the lingering trace of last night’s wine, wrapped around him like an invisible thread, pulling him deeper into the haze of the morning.

Her warmth was unlike anything else he had felt before. Right now, she wasn’t some distant star in a magazine right now...she was here, tangled in the sheets, her bare skin pressed against his, smooth and delicate under his fingertips. The weight of her against him felt surreal, like holding something both powerful and impossibly fragile at the same time.

Rex’s hand instinctively tightened around her waist, pulling her a little closer. She shifted slightly in her sleep, her leg brushing against his thigh, and his breath caught. Damn.

Despite remembering everything still he couldn’t help thinking. "How the hell did I end up here with her of all people?"

His gaze drifted over her again, lingering on the soft curve of her back, the way the sheet barely covered her, leaving just enough to spark his imagination.

But that quiet, perfect moment didn’t last. The warmth, the closeness, the way her curves pressed against him...yeah, it didn’t take long his body started reacting on its own, heat pooling low in his stomach as he tightened his arm around her.

He could feel himself reacting...especially down there...as the "mighty dragon" began to rise and make its presence very obvious. He winced slightly, trying to will himself into some Zen-like calm, to enjoy this moment for longer.

But of course he failed miserably, I mean it wasn’t all his fault, with a tempting, flawless body in his arm, it was almost impossible to not react.

Suddenly, Monica stirred in his arms, her body shifting ever so slightly. A soft, sensual, almost kitten-like moan escaped her lips as her long lashes fluttered open. For a split second, her beautiful, slightly dazed eyes met Rex’s.

She blinked. Once. Twice. At first, there was pure confusion written on her face, like her brain was still trying to process why she was naked, tangled in warm sheets, and most importantly, wrapped around... him.

She mechanically looked down, as if not quite believing what her eyes were showing.

Then at his arm wrapped around her waist.

Then back up at him.

There was a five-second silence.

And then...

(End of Chapter)