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.

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

And I would.

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. "Great," I muttered, frustration evident

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

him in a black

I chuckled softly,

his forehead, knowing he

should hate you,

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

to cause a scene here, so I stood up and attempted to

picture frame by the door. I froze,

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

a man of nearly the same height had his hand

bottom of the picture, a caption

words and pasted them on

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

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are

back then; he's a part

back to a photo

his face wasn't visible back then.

had already been dark because of the circumstances I endured,

way into my life, whether

***

Ten years ago...

as I

walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't.

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

ankle. I grimaced as my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but

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

shower and use this," he

took it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't

time, someone had come