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

And I would.

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 evident in my voice as I laid him

difficult-I'd seen his

I dressed him in a black

huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering who was

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

back, "I should hate you, but I love you.

shook my head. It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't

want to cause a scene here, so I stood up

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

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

man of nearly the same height had

of the picture,

seemed like someone had printed those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure he wouldn't be

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

"It was him..."

and Prince. They

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

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

to this one, except his face wasn't

been dark because of the circumstances I endured,

my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside the

thought the heel had snapped.

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

water 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 didn't have any choice but

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

he said, handing me a paper

but took it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This

the first time, someone had come to my