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.

kisses trailed down my jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted me to

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

wasn't difficult-I'd seen his

I finished, I dressed him

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

knowing he wouldn't remember

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

line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his frustration and hatred

cause a scene here, so I stood up and attempted to

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

Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as my

a man of nearly the same height had his hand resting firmly on

of the picture, a

had printed those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure he wouldn't

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 the memories of what he had

"It was him..."

Prince. They are the same

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

drifting back to a photo

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

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

Prince forced his way into my

***

Ten years ago...

I muttered as I adjusted

twisted my ankle earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking barefoot would've been the last

as I could. But no matter how much I tried

now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but to

guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me

and use this," he said,

it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the

the first time, someone had