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."

know him inside and out. It sounded strange, but I

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 believe it initially because I needed someone to blame for

did this happen?" I

scratched his chin in

struck me. That was around the time I showed Senator

Haze asked as he saw me stand up and

can get home on your own. You're a big boy," I replied. "Thanks for the information, Haze," I added

I called Kesha. I went straight to the computer room and waited

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 no choice but to

always treat my team like just a team. To me, they're like family. That's

been trying to keep some distance from everyone until I figure out if it's true or not-and who it could

just hope it's not

okay?" I asked her,

grabbing a drink from the

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

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

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

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

phone, but I stopped

a

the

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

he just wanted to play

what's the gift he

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,

to fish out whatever hard object was

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