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

And I would.

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

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

him in a

huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him or

I planted a kiss on his forehead, knowing he

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

I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his frustration and hatred

want to cause a scene here, so I stood up

by the door. I froze, and I

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

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

picture, a caption read:

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

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..."

They are

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

thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen at Mason's house during our college

face wasn't

of the circumstances I endured,

his way into my

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside

for a moment, I thought the

my days as tolerable as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay out of trouble, people found ways to torment

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 any choice but to leave the bathroom in this state. I stepped out of

my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist

he said,

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

the first time, someone had come to