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.

neck, teasingly light, as if

And I would.

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

It wasn't difficult-I'd seen

dressed him

do to me, huh?" I chuckled

on his forehead, knowing he

back, "I should hate you, but I

shook my head. It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving

don't want to cause a scene here, so

moved at a picture frame by the door. I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought he should

with someone else, taken in the same garden as my

smiling genuinely, while a man of nearly the same height had

picture, a

seemed like someone had printed those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure he

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

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are

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

to a photo I'd seen at Mason's

one, except his face wasn't

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

when Prince forced his way into my life, whether I

***

Ten years ago...

as I adjusted my shoe inside

for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it

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

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, shivering as the

heading 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,

t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't

someone