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.

down my jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if

And I would.

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

undressing him and cleaning him up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen

I dressed him in a black

did you do to me, huh?" I chuckled

on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't

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

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

a scene here, so

a picture frame by the door. I froze, and I finally understood

else, taken in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and Clyden from years

the

the picture, a caption

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

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

"It was him..."

and Prince. They

so powerful back then; he's

drifting back to a photo I'd

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

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

my life, whether I wanted him there

***

Ten years ago...

I

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

people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried

of a bad smell, yet I

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

use this," he said, handing me a

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

the first time, someone had come to my