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

And I would.

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 my voice as I laid him

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

finished, I dressed him in a black

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

his forehead, knowing he wouldn't

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

shook my head. It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his

scene here, so I stood up

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

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

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

the picture, a caption read: Azrael

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

enveloped me 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

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

powerful back then; he's

whispered softly, my thoughts drifting back to a photo

one, except his face wasn't visible back then.

life had already been dark because of the circumstances I endured, but there were even darker moments

my life, whether I wanted him there or

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside the

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

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

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

a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the shower room

this," he said, handing me

afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the right time for me to refuse

the first time, someone had come to