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 jaw to my neck, teasingly

And I would.

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

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

I dressed him in

chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him or

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

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

the one forgiving him, so

cause a scene here, so I stood up and attempted

frame by the door. I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought

Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as my mom's photo

of nearly the

bottom of the picture, a

those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to

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

"It was him..."

Prince. They are the same

powerful back then; he's a part of the

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

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

the circumstances I endured, but there were

when Prince forced his way into my life, whether I

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside

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

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

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

next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist

he said, handing me a paper

t-shirt and black

the first time, someone