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 if he

And I would.

I was so ready for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my

up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen his body before, but it still ignited something in

finished, I dressed him in a black t-shirt

to me, huh?" I chuckled

forehead, knowing he

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

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

a scene here, so I stood up and

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

in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon,

was smiling genuinely, while a man of nearly the

bottom of the picture, a caption read:

like someone had printed those words and pasted them on the

I reached out to touch Azrael's face in the picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

back then; he's a part

drifting back to a

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

of the circumstances I endured, but there

way into my

***

Ten years ago...

I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside

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

I could. But no matter how 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

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

and use this," he said, handing

was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the

first time, someone had come