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.

to my neck, teasingly light, as if he

And I would.

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

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

dressed him in

huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering

on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember this. "I love

"I should

should be my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I

cause a scene here, so I stood up and

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

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

nearly the same height had his

the picture, a caption

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

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

"It was him..."

and Prince. They

he was so powerful back then; he's a

my thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen at

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

dark because of the circumstances I endured, but there

my life, whether I

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted

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

no matter how much I tried to stay out of trouble, people

over me, and much 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

skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the shower room used by the varsity

a shower and use this," he said, handing

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

someone had come to