Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 125: Velvet Ring

"Really?" He looked at me, his mouth slightly open.

I nodded. I didn't mean it, though. If he took it seriously, that was on him.

"I'm done talking. Your turn," he said, staring at me.

I kicked at him, but he dodged. What a waste. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

"Nothing interesting in my life," I replied. "Stop."

"Hey, Ash!" he said suddenly, making me straighten up and look at the door.

"Where?" I asked, a little panicked.

I stopped when I realized he was just messing with me.

"Nowhere," he said with a laugh. I raised my wine, ready to throw it at him, but stopped myself.

"Fuck you, Haze Greensmith," I muttered.

He laughed again before turning serious. "I've got something to tell you. I meant to say this when you visited the hospital but forgot."

"What is it?" I asked disinterestedly, focusing on my drink.

"I saw someone who looks like Ash."

I froze mid-drink. It felt like time had stopped. "What did you say?"

"I know it's weird, but hear me out. I'm not sure if it was Ash or if I was just seeing things. But I've known that guy for ages. Even if you turned him inside out, I'd still recognize him."

Ash. Of course, they'd know him inside and out. It sounded strange, but I

I knew it wasn't Ash. He didn't give off the same vibe as my friend, who used to chase women with me." He chuckled at his last comment, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. It wasn't absurd. It was just that... I didn't want to

this happen?"

in thought. "About two

it struck me. That was around the time I showed Senator Windwood Ash's picture. He had a strange reaction before he

he saw me stand up and

boy," I replied. "Thanks for the

called Kesha. I went straight

looking completely out of breath. She immediately leaned against the wall, panting

was part of her responsibilities outlined in her contract. When I call for them, they have

I don't always treat my team like just a team. To me, they're like family. That's why it hurt a bit when Evangeline told me there

her, so I've been trying to keep some distance from everyone until

just hope it's not

okay?" I asked

midnight," she muttered before grabbing a

the wall clock in the corner of the computer room. "We have a

wearing a gray long-sleeved hoodie and faded jeans. Her long, curly hair-similar to mine-was a mess,

ran." She finally said, still breathing heavily as she sank into the couch,

donut on the lower shelf. I took it,

I scrolled through my phone, but I stopped abruptly when a

a

the message

to trace it because I feared he'd threaten my kids again. That jerk played dirty. The game hadn't

It seemed like he just wanted to play a

the gift he

in thought as I bit into the donut I took from the fridge. It was soft and chewy-until my teeth hit something hard. I winced as pain shot through my tooth,

setting my phone aside to fish out whatever hard object

staring at me, confused about what I