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

And I would.

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

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

dressed him in a

me, huh?" I chuckled softly,

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

should

the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his

a scene here,

by the door. I

in the same garden as my

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

picture,

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

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

"It was him..."

They are

why he was so powerful back then; he's

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

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

had already been dark because of the circumstances I endured, but

forced his way into my life, whether I wanted him

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my shoe

my ankle earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought

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

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

when a guy suddenly grabbed my

shower and use this," he

black leggings. This isn't the right

time, someone had come to my