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.

teasingly light, as if he

And I would.

for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered,

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

I dressed him in a black

do to me, huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering

forehead, knowing

back, "I should hate you,

line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where

scene here, so I stood up and

I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought he should hate

in the same garden as my mom's photo

of nearly the same height had

of the picture,

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

in the picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades were

"It was him..."

They are the same

back then; he's a part of

thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen

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

been dark because of the circumstances I endured,

Prince forced his way into my life, whether I

***

Ten years ago...

I

had twisted my ankle earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel

no matter how much I tried to

grimaced as my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but to leave

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

and use this," he said, handing

it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This

time, someone had