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 wanted me to

And I would.

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.

him up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen his body before, but it still ignited something

dressed him in a black t-shirt and

chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him

a kiss on his forehead, knowing

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

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

scene here,

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

someone else, taken in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and Clyden

man of nearly the same height had his hand resting firmly on Ash's

of the picture,

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

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

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

so powerful back then; he's a part

whispered softly, my thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen at Mason's house

was almost identical to this one, except his face wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory is coming back

circumstances I endured,

Prince forced his way into my life, whether I

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted

while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel

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

injured ankle. I grimaced as my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad

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

shower and use this," he said, handing

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

first time, someone