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.

jaw to my neck, teasingly light,

And I would.

remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered, frustration

wasn't difficult-I'd seen his body before, but it

him

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

on his forehead, knowing he

"I should hate you, but I love you. I

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

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

picture frame by the door. I froze, and I

of Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and Clyden from years

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

of the picture, a caption read: Azrael

pasted them on

resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury

"It was him..."

They are the

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

whispered softly, my thoughts drifting back to a

his face wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory

already been dark because of the circumstances I endured, but there were

Prince forced his way into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my

walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking barefoot would've been

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

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, shivering as the cold

class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled

he

a black t-shirt and black leggings. This

time, someone had come