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 jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted me to

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 soft snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered, frustration evident in my voice as I laid him back

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

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

did you do to me, huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him

kiss on his forehead, knowing

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

It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving

here,

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

Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden

while a man of nearly the same

the bottom of the picture,

those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to

to resurface the terror I had tried so

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

was so powerful back then; he's a

back to a photo I'd seen at Mason's house during

this one, except his face wasn't visible

of the circumstances I endured, but there were even

into my life, whether I wanted him there or

***

Ten years ago...

as I adjusted my shoe

moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking barefoot would've

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

a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but to leave the bathroom in

skipping 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

Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the right time

time, someone