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.

my jaw to my neck, teasingly light,

And I would.

his waist as my hands gripped his neck. I was so ready for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes,

up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen his

I finished, I dressed him in a black

chuckled softly,

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

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

be the one forgiving him, so I really

don't want to cause a scene here, so I

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

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

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

the bottom of the picture, a caption read: Azrael and

seemed like someone had printed those words and pasted them

His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried

"It was him..."

They are the

so powerful back then;

softly, my thoughts drifting back to a

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

been dark because of the circumstances I endured, but there

forced his way into my life, whether I wanted him

***

Ten years ago...

I adjusted my shoe

I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully,

days as tolerable as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much

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, shivering as

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

he said, handing me

t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the right time for

someone had come to my