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."

grown up with Ash. Of course, they'd know him inside and out.

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

this happen?"

in thought. "About

That was around the time I showed Senator Windwood Ash's picture. He had a strange

asked as he saw me stand up

replied. "Thanks for the information, Haze," I added before walking out of

as I arrived at the hideout, I called Kesha. I went straight to the computer room

a long wait before she arrived, looking completely out of breath. She immediately leaned against the

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

team. To me, they're like family. That's why it hurt a bit when Evangeline told me

some distance from everyone until I figure out if it's true or not-and who it

just hope it's not

I asked

almost midnight," she muttered before grabbing a drink from the

the computer room. "We have a clock here.

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

still breathing heavily as she sank into the couch, clearly trying to calm herself before talking

let her take her time. While waiting, I opened the fridge to grab a canned coffee but spotted a chocolate donut on the lower shelf. I took it, thinking it might help me sober up-though I wasn't drunk. It was just wine, no

pass the time, I scrolled through my phone, but I stopped abruptly when

a gift for

the message

the same person who had contacted me before. I didn't bother asking Kesha to trace it because I feared he'd threaten my

seemed like he just wanted to play a game... but what kind? A death game? Hide

what's the gift

thought as I bit into the donut I took from the fridge. It was soft and chewy-until my

my phone aside to fish out whatever hard object was in

was staring at me, confused about what I was doing, her face twisting in mild