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.

teasingly light, as if he wanted

And I would.

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

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

finished, I dressed him in a black

chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him

planted a kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember this.

"I should hate you, but I love

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

a scene here, so

at a picture frame by the door. I froze, and I

Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as

the same height had his hand resting firmly on Ash's

the bottom of the picture, a caption read: Azrael

seemed like someone had printed those words and pasted them

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

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

why he was so powerful back then; he's a part

my thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen

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

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

Prince forced his way into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

I adjusted my shoe inside the

twisted my ankle earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't.

I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay out of trouble,

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 bathroom in this state. I stepped out of the bathroom,

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

shower and use this," he said, handing me a

black leggings. This isn't the right time for me to refuse any

someone had