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.

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 as I laid him

difficult-I'd

dressed him in a black t-shirt

huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering

planted a kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't

should hate you,

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

here, so I stood up and

the door. I froze, and I

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

the same height had his hand resting

picture,

words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure he wouldn't be

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 are the

he was so powerful back then; he's a part of

a photo I'd seen at

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

because of the circumstances I

way into my life, whether I wanted him there or

***

Ten years ago...

I adjusted my

and for a moment, I thought the heel had snapped. Thankfully, it hadn't. Walking

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

bad smell, yet

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

he said, handing me a paper

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

time, someone had come to