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.

so ready for him, but as I was about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my

continued undressing him and cleaning him up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen his body before, but it still ignited something in

finished, I dressed him in

do to me, huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering

his forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember

murmured back, "I should hate you, but

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

to cause a scene here, so I

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

someone else, taken in the same garden as my mom's photo with Simon, Silver, and Clyden from

nearly the same height had his hand resting

bottom of the picture, a caption read: Azrael

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

His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades were not enough to erase

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are

so powerful back then; he's

thoughts drifting back to a photo I'd seen at Mason's house during

wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory is coming

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

forced his way into my life, whether I wanted him there

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my shoe inside

thought the heel

could. But no matter how much I tried to

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

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

shower and use this," he said, handing me a

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

the first time, someone had come to