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 neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted me to beg

And I would.

to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as my hands gripped his neck. I was so ready for him, but as I was about to remove my

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

I finished, I dressed him in a black t-shirt

chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him or

kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember this. "I

my surprise, he murmured back, "I should hate

head. It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his frustration and hatred was coming

scene here, so I stood up and attempted

by the door. I froze, and I finally understood why

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

of nearly the same height

picture, a caption

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

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 had

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the same

was so powerful back then; he's a part of the Coleman

drifting back to a

wasn't visible back then. Now,

the circumstances I endured, but there were even darker moments

into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

I muttered as I adjusted

I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it

But no matter how much I tried to stay out of trouble,

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 the cold wind hit

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

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

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

time, someone had come to my