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, as

And I would.

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 evident in my voice as I laid him back down on

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

him in a black

huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering who was

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

murmured back, "I should hate

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 hatred

scene here, so I stood up and

the door. I froze, and I finally understood why

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

of nearly the

the picture, a caption read: Azrael and

and pasted them

to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades were not enough to erase the memories of what

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

was so powerful back then; he's

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

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

of the circumstances I endured, but there were

when Prince forced his way into my life, whether

***

Ten years ago...

I

thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking barefoot would've been the

But no matter how much I tried to stay out of trouble, people found ways

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 to leave the bathroom in this state. I

guy suddenly grabbed

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

t-shirt and black leggings.

time, someone