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.

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

And I would.

was about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great,"

him up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen his body before,

I dressed him in a black t-shirt

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

on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember

back, "I should

be the one forgiving him, so

to cause a scene here, so

at a picture frame by the door. I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought he should hate

someone else, taken in the same garden as my mom's photo

man of nearly the same height had

the bottom of the picture, a caption read: Azrael and

seemed like someone had printed those words and pasted them on 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 done

"It was him..."

and Prince. They

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

drifting back to a photo I'd

one, except his face wasn't

dark because of the circumstances I endured, but

my life, whether I wanted him there or

***

Ten years ago...

I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside

while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't.

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

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

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 the varsity

use this," he said, handing me

a black t-shirt and black leggings. This

first time, someone had