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 he

And I would.

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

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

I dressed him in a black t-shirt

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

on his forehead, knowing

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

I should be the one forgiving

scene here, so I stood

I froze, and I finally understood why Ash

in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver,

the same height had his

the picture, a caption

someone had printed those words and pasted them

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

"It was him..."

They are the same

so powerful back then; he's

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

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

because of the circumstances I endured, but there were

way into my life, whether I wanted him there or

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted

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

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

my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but to leave the bathroom in this state. I stepped out of the bathroom, shivering as

heading toward the school gate, resigned to skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist

and use this," he

afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings.

time, someone had come to