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 jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted me to

And I would.

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

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

dressed him

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

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

he murmured back, "I should hate you,

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

to cause a scene here, so I stood

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

in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon,

was smiling genuinely, while a man of nearly the same height had his hand resting firmly

bottom of the picture, a

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

the picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are

why he was so powerful back then;

whispered softly, my thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd

wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory is

I endured, but

forced his way into my life, whether I wanted him there or

***

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

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

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

a guy suddenly

he said, handing

was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This

the first time, someone had