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.

kisses trailed down my jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted

And I would.

remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered, frustration evident in my voice

wasn't difficult-I'd seen his body before, but it still ignited

I dressed him in a

I chuckled softly, wondering who was more

kiss on his forehead, knowing

"I should hate you, but

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

cause a scene here, so

I froze, and I finally

consists of Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as my mom's

while a man of nearly the same height had

of the picture, a caption

had printed those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure he wouldn't

enveloped me as I reached out to touch Azrael's face in the picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard

"It was him..."

Prince. They are the

so powerful back then; he's a

to a photo

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

I endured, but there were

way into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted my

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

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

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

class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my

shower and use this," he said, handing me a paper

it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the right time for me to refuse any

the first time, someone had come to