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.

neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted me to beg for

And I would.

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

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

finished, I dressed him

I chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him or

knowing

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

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

don't want to cause a scene here, so

frame by the door. I froze, and I finally

same garden

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

picture, a caption read: Azrael

had printed those words and pasted them on the

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

"It was him..."

Prince. They

why he was so powerful back then; he's a

whispered softly, my thoughts drifting back to a

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

I endured, but there were even

forced his way into my

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my shoe

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

as I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay out of

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

guy suddenly

and use this," he said, handing

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

the first time, someone had come to