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.

teasingly light, as if he wanted me

And I would.

gripped 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

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

I finished, I dressed him

did you do to me, huh?" I chuckled softly,

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

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

It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his

cause a scene here, so I stood up and attempted

I froze, and I

consists of Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as my mom's

the same height had his hand

the picture,

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

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 were not enough to erase

"It was him..."

Prince. They are the same

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

drifting back to a

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

I endured, but there were even darker moments

when Prince forced his way into my

***

Ten years ago...

I muttered as I adjusted

moment, I thought the heel had snapped.

make my days as tolerable as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay out of trouble, people found ways to torment me.

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

when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the shower

and use this," he said, handing

hesitated but took it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't

someone had come to