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 light, as if he wanted me

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 my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear.

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

finished, I dressed him in a black t-shirt and

chuckled softly, wondering who

on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't

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

line. I should be the one forgiving

here, so I stood up and attempted to

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

taken in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and Clyden

was smiling genuinely, while a man of nearly the same height had his hand resting firmly on Ash's

of the picture, a caption read:

those words and pasted

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 enough

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the same

back then; he's a part of the

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

wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory

had already been dark because of the circumstances I endured, but there were

way into my

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my

for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking barefoot would've been

as much as I could. But no matter how much

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 leave the

toward the school gate, resigned to skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the shower room used

this," he said,

Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the right time for me

someone had come to my