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.

kisses trailed down my jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if

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

him up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen

finished, I dressed him

chuckled softly, wondering who was more

a kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember

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

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

cause a scene here, so I stood up and attempted

picture frame by the door. I froze,

Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden

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

bottom of the picture, a

words and pasted them

had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades were not enough

"It was him..."

and Prince. They

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

whispered softly, my thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen at Mason's house during

wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory

I endured, but there were even darker

into my life, whether I wanted him

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I

a moment, I thought the heel had

But no matter how much

poured cold water over me, and much 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 any choice but to leave the bathroom in this

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

he

a black t-shirt and black

first time, someone had come to my