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 me to beg

And I would.

about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I

difficult-I'd seen his body before, but it still

I dressed him in a

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

kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember

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

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

here, so

a picture frame by the door. I froze, and I

in the same garden as

a man of nearly the same height had

the picture, a caption

and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure

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 of what he had

"It was him..."

They are

was so powerful back then; he's a part

back to a

wasn't visible back then. Now, every

because of the circumstances I endured,

Prince forced his way into my life, whether I wanted him there or

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted my

while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it

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 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 state. I stepped out of the bathroom,

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

and use this," he

but took it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings.

first time, someone