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 he wanted me

And I would.

to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered, frustration evident in my voice as I

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

I dressed him in a black t-shirt

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

forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember this. "I love

back, "I should

my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I

scene here, so

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

taken in the same garden as my mom's photo

the same height

of the picture, a caption read: Azrael

had printed those words and pasted them on

to touch 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

"It was him..."

They

so powerful back then; he's a part of the Coleman

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

was almost identical to this one, except his face wasn't visible back then. Now, every

I endured, but there were even darker moments I

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

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I

had twisted my ankle earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully,

days as tolerable as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay out of trouble,

my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but to leave

the school gate, resigned to skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed

this," he said, handing me a

Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings.

the first time, someone