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."

with Ash. Of course, they'd know him

me." He chuckled at his last comment, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. It wasn't

did this

chin in thought.

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

going?" Haze asked as he saw me stand

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

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

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

her responsibilities outlined in her contract. When I call for them, they have no choice but to

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

to keep some distance from everyone

hope

you okay?" I asked her,

she muttered before grabbing a

replied, pointing to the wall clock in the corner of the computer room. "We have a

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

she sank into the couch, clearly trying

a chocolate donut on the lower shelf. I took it, thinking it might help me sober up-though I wasn't drunk. It

through my phone, but I stopped abruptly when a

a gift

the

bother asking Kesha to trace it because

play a game... but what kind? A death game?

the gift

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

gross; I'll admit that. Kesha was staring at me, confused about what I was doing, her face