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."

He and Mason had grown up with Ash. Of course, they'd know

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 believe it initially

this happen?" I

scratched his chin in thought. "About two

I showed Senator Windwood Ash's picture. He had a

he saw me stand

You're a big boy," I replied. "Thanks for the information, Haze," I added

Kesha. I went straight to

completely out of breath. She immediately

contract. When I call for them, they have no

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 might be

been trying to keep some distance from everyone until I figure out if it's true or

just hope

I asked

before grabbing a drink from the water

replied, pointing to the wall clock in the corner of the computer room. "We have a clock here. But why do you look

a gray long-sleeved hoodie and faded jeans. Her long,

into

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 big

my phone, but I stopped

have a gift

what the

bother asking Kesha to trace it because I feared he'd threaten my kids again. That jerk played dirty. The game hadn't even started, but he already

does he want? It seemed like he just wanted to play a game... but what

the gift he

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

complained, setting my phone aside to fish out whatever hard object was in my

Kesha was staring at me, confused about what I was doing, her