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 neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted me to

And I would.

my legs wrapping around his waist as my hands gripped his neck. I was so ready for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes, he

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

dressed him in a black t-shirt

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

a kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember this. "I love

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

cause a scene here,

I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought he

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

nearly the same height had

picture, a

pasted them on

enveloped 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..."

and Prince. They

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

thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd

except his face wasn't visible back

been dark because of the circumstances I

his way into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

I adjusted my

a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking

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

was now reeking of a bad smell, yet

was heading toward the school 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

it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black

someone had come