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.

trailed down my jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted

And I would.

but as I was about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft

It wasn't difficult-I'd seen

him in a black

to me, huh?" I chuckled

I planted a kiss on his forehead, knowing

should hate you, but I love you.

my head. It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I

scene here, so I stood up and

the door. I froze, and I

garden as my mom's

man of nearly the same height had

the bottom of the picture, a caption

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

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

"It was him..."

Prince. They are

powerful back then; he's a part of

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

except his face wasn't visible back then.

dark because of the circumstances I

my life,

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted

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

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

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

my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the shower room used by the

shower and use this," he said, handing

black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't

the first time, someone had come