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,

And I would.

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 stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered, frustration evident in my voice as I laid him back down

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

I dressed him in a black t-shirt

I chuckled softly, wondering who

I planted a kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't

should hate you, but I love you. I still

forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his frustration and

cause a scene here,

door. I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought he should

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

smiling genuinely, while a man of nearly the same height

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

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

resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades were not enough to erase the memories

"It was him..."

They are the

so powerful back then;

a photo I'd

to this one, except his face wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory is

had already been dark because of the circumstances I endured,

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

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside

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

my 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

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

next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist

he said,

was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the

someone had come