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 me

And I would.

as my hands gripped his neck. I was so ready for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes,

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

dressed him in a black t-shirt

I chuckled

kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't

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

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

here,

frame by the door. I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought

picture consists of Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as

the same height had his hand resting firmly on Ash's

of the picture, a caption read:

like someone had printed those words and pasted

His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades were not enough to erase the memories of what he had done to

"It was him..."

Prince. They are the

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

softly, my thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen

wasn't visible back then.

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

forced his way into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted my shoe

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

tolerable as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I

water over me, and 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

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

a shower and use this," he

black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the right time for me

time, someone had come