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.

teasingly light, as if

And I would.

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 snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered, frustration evident in

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

finished, I dressed him

chuckled softly,

knowing

should hate you, but I

the one forgiving him, so I really

to cause a scene here, so

glance moved at a picture frame by the door. I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought he

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

was smiling genuinely, while a man of nearly the same height had

the picture, a caption read: Azrael and

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

picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades were not

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

that's why he was so powerful back

softly, my thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen at Mason's house

except his face wasn't visible back

circumstances I

when Prince forced his way into my life,

***

Ten years ago...

I adjusted my shoe

my ankle earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had

as tolerable as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried

bad smell, yet

skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled

a shower and use this," he said, handing me a

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

time, someone had come to