Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 147: You Can Call Me Prince

I also laid out a shirt, shorts, and boxers on the small couch. He needed to change.

I couldn't help but wonder why Ash drank so much. Was he dealing with something serious? Is he thinking about something?

"It's none of my business," I muttered. "Just help him out and leave."

"Sapphire..." he murmured as I unbuttoned his polo shirt.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry. I'm not planning anything inappropriate. Don't flatter yourself."

Even drunk and with his eyes closed, I could see the smirk spreading across his face. He even grabbed my hand, which I smacked away.

My movements were anything but gentle. Serves him right for getting drunk and bothering me.

"What? I'm so disappointed," he mumbled, opening his eyes. "I want you to do something bad to me."

I froze and swallowed hard. His lustful gaze coursed through me, igniting a heat I couldn't ignore.

This isn't good. I didn't come here to lose control.

But his eyes were so inviting.

I've been with countless men over the past five years, letting them touch me, please me. Yet no one ever made me feel the way Ash does. Only he drives me crazy. When it comes to him, I lose all my restraint.

It's always been him.

"W-What the fuck are you talking about?" I tried to mask my feelings with anger.

However, that facade crumbled when he suddenly sat up and pulled me onto his lap.

Without a warning, Ash kissed me. I moaned hard as I tasted the alcohol there.

"Ash-"

"Sshh," he stopped me from speaking.

to my neck, teasingly light,

And I would.

clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as my hands gripped his neck. I was so ready for him, but as I was about to remove

cleaning him up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen his body before, but it still ignited

him in a black

you do to me, huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him

I planted a kiss on his forehead, knowing he

surprise, he murmured back, "I should hate you, but I love

line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't

don't want to cause a scene here,

glance moved at a picture frame by the door. I froze, and I finally understood why

someone else, taken in the same garden as my mom's photo

man of nearly the same height had his hand resting firmly on Ash's

the picture,

words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure he

resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are

was so powerful back then; he's a part

whispered softly, my thoughts drifting back to a photo

one, except his face wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory is coming back to

circumstances I endured, but there were even darker moments I tried to

Prince forced his way into my life,

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted

I thought the

avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay out of trouble, people

bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but to leave the bathroom in this state. I stepped out of the bathroom, shivering

a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the shower

and use this," he said, handing me

a black t-shirt and black leggings. This

the first time, someone had come to