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,

And I would.

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, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered, frustration evident in my voice

It wasn't difficult-I'd seen

I dressed him in a black t-shirt

chuckled softly, wondering

kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't

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

I should be the one forgiving him, so I really don't understand where his frustration

to cause a scene here, so I stood up and

the door. I froze,

same garden as my mom's photo with

man of nearly the same height had his hand

bottom of the picture, a caption

those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure

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 bury over the years. Decades were not enough to erase the memories of what he had

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

back then; he's a part of the Coleman

a photo I'd seen at Mason's

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

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

way into my life, whether

***

Ten years ago...

I adjusted

for a moment, I thought the

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

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

skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed

a shower and use this," he said,

Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the

first time, someone