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.

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

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

finished, I dressed him in a black t-shirt and

chuckled

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

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

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

don't want to cause a scene here, so I stood up

my glance moved at a picture frame by the door. I froze, and I finally

with someone else, taken in the same garden as

nearly the same height had his hand resting firmly on

the bottom of the picture, a caption read: Azrael and

words and pasted them on

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

"It was him..."

Prince. They are

so powerful back then; he's

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

identical to this one, except his face wasn't

of the circumstances I endured, but there

forced his way into my life, whether I wanted him

***

Ten years ago...

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

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

bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice

resigned to skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly grabbed my wrist and

this," he said, handing me

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

first time, someone had come to my