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 neck, teasingly light, as if

And I would.

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

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

I finished, I dressed him in

to me, huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him

on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't

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

I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand

scene here, so I stood up

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

garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and Clyden

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

of the picture, a caption

printed those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure

face in the picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over

"It was him..."

They

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

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

his face wasn't visible back

of the circumstances I endured, but there were even darker moments I

into my life, whether I wanted him there

***

Ten years ago...

as I adjusted

earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking

could. But no matter how much I tried to

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 stepped out of the bathroom, shivering as the

my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and

this," he said, handing me a paper

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

first time, someone had come