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.

jaw to my neck, teasingly light, as if

And I would.

for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard

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

I dressed him in a black t-shirt and

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

his forehead, knowing he

to my surprise, he murmured back, "I should hate you, but I love you.

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

don't want to cause a scene here, so

I

the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and Clyden from years

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

the picture,

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

terror I had

"It was him..."

and Prince. They

powerful back then; he's a part of the

to a photo

face wasn't

because of the circumstances I endured,

when Prince forced his way into my life, whether I wanted him there or

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted

for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it

people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay out

of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice but to leave the bathroom in this

class, when a guy

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

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

someone had come to my