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,

And I would.

his waist as my hands gripped his neck. I was so ready for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great,"

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

I finished, I dressed him in a black

you do to me, huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering who was

a kiss on his forehead, knowing

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

line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his frustration and hatred was coming

a scene here,

door. I froze, and I finally understood why

of Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and Clyden from years

of nearly the same height had his hand resting

of the picture, a caption read: Azrael

pasted

picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

powerful back then;

thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen at Mason's house

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

of the circumstances I endured, but there were even darker moments

into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

as I adjusted my shoe inside

I thought the heel had snapped.

days as tolerable as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay

my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but to leave the bathroom in

next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled

shower and use this," he said, handing

black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the right time for me to refuse

time, someone