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.

jaw to my neck, teasingly

And I would.

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," I muttered, frustration evident in my

and cleaning him up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen his

dressed him in a

chuckled softly, wondering who was

his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember this. "I love you,

"I should hate you, but I love you.

my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his

scene here, so I stood up and attempted

I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought he should

taken in the same garden as my

a man of nearly the same

picture, a caption read:

had printed those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to

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 enough to erase the

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are

was so powerful back then; he's a

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

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

circumstances I endured, but there were

his way into my life, whether

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted my

moment, I thought

make my days as tolerable as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much

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

class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the shower room used by

and use this," he

and black leggings. This isn't

first time, someone had come to my