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 wanted

And I would.

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

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

I dressed him

huh?" I chuckled softly,

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

should hate

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

a scene here, so I stood up and attempted to

I froze, and I finally

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

was smiling genuinely, while a man of nearly the same height had his hand resting firmly

the picture,

seemed like someone had printed those words and pasted them on the

enveloped me as 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 over the years. Decades were not enough to

"It was him..."

and Prince. They

powerful back then;

a photo I'd seen at Mason's house during our college

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

been dark because of the circumstances I endured, but there were even darker moments I tried to

forced his way into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted my shoe

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

I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay

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

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

use this," he said, handing

black leggings. This isn't the right time for me to refuse any

the first time, someone