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.

kisses trailed down my jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted me

And I would.

about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered, frustration evident

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

I finished, I dressed him

I chuckled

knowing he wouldn't remember this.

murmured back, "I should hate you, but

shook my head. It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I

don't want to cause a scene here,

by the door. I froze, and I

garden

the same height had his hand

of the picture, a caption read:

those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure he wouldn't

as I reached out to touch Azrael's face in the picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades were not

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are

so powerful back then;

softly, my thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen

to this one, except his face wasn't visible back then. Now,

dark because of the circumstances I endured, but there were even

his way into my life, whether I wanted him

***

Ten years ago...

I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside the

moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking barefoot

as I could. But no matter how

over me, and much to my bad luck, I have an injured ankle. I grimaced as my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but to

resigned to skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my

and use this," he said, handing me a

was a black t-shirt and black leggings.

someone