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 beg for

And I would.

ready for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my

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

dressed him in a

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

his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember this.

to my surprise, he murmured back, "I should hate you, but

one forgiving him,

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

door. I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought he should hate

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

a man of nearly the same height had his hand resting

bottom of the picture, a caption read:

pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure he wouldn't

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

"It was him..."

They are

so powerful back then;

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

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

I endured, but there were even darker

my life, whether I wanted him

***

Ten years ago...

I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside the

a moment, I thought the heel had

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

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

resigned to skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly

he said, handing me a

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

time, someone