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, as if he wanted me to beg

And I would.

gripped his neck. I was so ready for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft

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

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

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

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

my surprise, he murmured back, "I should hate

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

here, so I stood

the door. I froze, and I finally understood

garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and Clyden from

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

of the picture, a caption

like someone had printed those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure

enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades were

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

he was so powerful back then;

my thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen at

his face wasn't

been dark because of the circumstances I endured, but there

into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

as I adjusted

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

as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay out of trouble, people found ways

was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but to leave the bathroom in this state. I stepped

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 by

and use this," he said, handing me

black leggings. This isn't the right time for me

time, someone had come to