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.

to my neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted

And I would.

remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered, frustration evident in my voice as I laid him back down on the

continued undressing him and cleaning him up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen his body before,

him in

me, huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering

his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember

he murmured back, "I should hate you,

shook my head. It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his frustration and

want to cause a scene here, so I stood

moved at a picture frame by the door. I

of Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as my

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

the picture, a

seemed like someone had printed those words and pasted

enough to resurface the terror I had tried so

"It was him..."

They are the

powerful back then; he's a part of

drifting back to a photo I'd seen at Mason's house during

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

already been dark because of the circumstances I endured, but

Prince forced his way into my life, whether I wanted him there

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside

while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had

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

over me, and much to my bad luck, I have an injured ankle. I grimaced as my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I

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

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

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

first time, someone