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."

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

was confused too, but 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

did this

in thought. "About

me. That was around the time I showed Senator Windwood Ash's

asked as he

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

Kesha. I went straight to the computer room and

long wait before she arrived, looking completely out of

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

family. That's why it hurt a

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

just hope it's not

you okay?" I

midnight," she muttered before grabbing a drink

of the computer room. "We have a clock here. But why do you look so

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

still breathing heavily as she sank into

a canned coffee but spotted a chocolate donut on the lower shelf. I

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

have a

what the

time, but I knew it was the same person who had contacted me before. I didn't bother asking Kesha to trace it

It seemed like he just wanted to play a game... but

what's the gift he

soft and chewy-until my

aside to fish out whatever hard

I'll admit that. Kesha was staring at me, confused about what I was doing, her face twisting in mild