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.

my jaw to my neck, teasingly

And I would.

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 evident in my voice as

wasn't difficult-I'd seen his body

I finished, I dressed him in a black

me, huh?" I chuckled softly,

I planted a kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember this. "I love you,

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

be the one forgiving

scene here, so I stood up and attempted

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

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

of nearly the same height had his hand resting firmly

of the picture, a caption read:

printed those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to

enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades

"It was him..."

They are the same

back then; he's

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

his face wasn't visible back then.

the circumstances I endured, but there were even darker moments I

when Prince forced his way into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

I adjusted my

for a moment, I thought the heel

I could. But no matter how

water over me, and much 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

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

he said, handing me a paper

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

someone had come to my