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.

neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted me to beg

And I would.

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

continued undressing him and cleaning him up. It wasn't difficult-I'd

finished, I dressed him in

I chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him

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

surprise, he murmured back, "I should hate

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

scene here, so I stood up and

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

the same garden as my mom's

man of nearly the same height had his

picture,

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

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 of what he had done

"It was him..."

Prince. They are

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

to a photo I'd seen at Mason's house during our college

one, except his face wasn't

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

forced his way into my

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my shoe

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

as I could. But no

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

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 by the varsity

this," he said, handing me a

was a black t-shirt and black

time, someone