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 me to beg

And I would.

waist 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 soft snores by my ear. "Great,"

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

dressed him in a black t-shirt

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

his forehead, knowing

to my surprise, he murmured back, "I should

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

to cause a scene here, so I stood up and attempted to

by the door. I froze, and

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

nearly the same height had

the bottom of the picture, a caption read: Azrael

printed those words and pasted

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 the years. Decades were not enough to erase the memories

"It was him..."

They are the

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

a photo I'd seen at Mason's house during our college

wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory

been dark because of the circumstances I

into my life, whether I wanted him

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside the

a moment, I thought the heel had

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

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 the bathroom, shivering as

my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and

he said,

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

first time, someone had come to