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.

down my jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if

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 my voice as

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

finished, I dressed him

I chuckled

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

"I should hate you, but I love you. I

shook my head. It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving him,

a scene here, so I stood

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

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

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

of the picture, a caption read:

had printed those words and pasted them on

in the picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard

"It was him..."

Prince. They are

he was so powerful back then;

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

almost identical to this one, except his face wasn't visible

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

my

***

Ten years ago...

I adjusted my

thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully,

to make my days as tolerable as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried to

water 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 out of the bathroom, shivering as the

toward the school gate, resigned to skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist

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

hesitated but took it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black

time, someone had come