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.

trailed down my jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if he

And I would.

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

difficult-I'd seen his body before, but it still ignited

him in

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

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

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

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

here, so I stood up and attempted

the door. I froze, and I finally understood

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

while a man of nearly the same

the picture, a caption

words and pasted them

the terror I had tried so hard to

"It was him..."

Prince. They are

back then; he's a part of the

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

face wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory is coming back

had already been dark because of the circumstances I endured, but there were even

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

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I

ankle earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking barefoot would've been the last

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

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

my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the shower room used by the

and use this," he said, handing me

afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the right time for me

the first time, someone