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 to beg for

And I would.

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

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

I finished, I dressed him in

do to me, huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering who was more

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

should hate you, but I love you.

forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his frustration and hatred

scene here, so I stood up and attempted to

the door. I froze, and I finally understood why

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

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

the picture, a caption read: Azrael

words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure

face in the picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried

"It was him..."

They are the

powerful back then; he's a part of the

thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen at

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

circumstances I endured, but there

his way into my life, whether I wanted him there or

***

Ten years ago...

I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside the

I thought the heel had

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

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 in this state. I stepped out of the bathroom,

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

he said, handing me a paper

was a black t-shirt and black leggings.

first time, someone had come to my