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 to beg for

And I would.

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.

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

dressed him in a black

do to me, huh?" I chuckled

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

surprise, he murmured back, "I should hate you, but I love you.

should be the one forgiving him, so I really

scene here, so I stood up and attempted to

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

picture consists of Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and

of nearly the same height had

the picture, a

had printed those words and pasted

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 memories of

"It was him..."

Prince. They are the

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

to a photo I'd

his face wasn't visible back

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

forced his way into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

as I

and for a moment, I thought

as I could. But no matter how much

uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice

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

he said,

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

someone had come