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 wanted me to

And I would.

clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as my hands 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

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

dressed him

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

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

"I should hate you, but

my line. I should be the one forgiving

here, so I stood up

frame by the door. I froze,

in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and Clyden from

while a man of nearly the same height had his

the picture, a caption read:

those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps

resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the

"It was him..."

Prince. They are the

powerful back then; he's a part of

drifting back to a photo

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

I endured, but there were even darker moments

my life,

***

Ten years ago...

I muttered as I

thought the

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

injured ankle. I grimaced as my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I

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

a shower and use this," he said, handing me a paper

it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings.

first time, someone had come to my