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 neck, teasingly light, as if he wanted me to

And I would.

him, my legs wrapping around his waist as my hands gripped his neck. I was so ready for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes,

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

dressed him in a black

huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him

I planted a kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember this. "I love

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

one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his frustration and hatred

to cause a scene here, so I stood up

by the door. I froze, and I finally

same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver,

genuinely, while a man of nearly the same

bottom of the picture, a caption read: Azrael

seemed like someone had printed those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps

as 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

"It was him..."

and Prince. They

that's why he was so powerful back then; he's

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

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

already been dark because of the circumstances I endured, but there were even darker moments I

Prince forced his way into my life, whether I

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside

twisted my ankle earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking barefoot

to make my days as tolerable as possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried to stay out of trouble, people found ways

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

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

a shower and use this," he said, handing

black leggings. This isn't the right time for me to refuse

the first time, someone had come