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.

to my neck, teasingly light,

And I would.

I was about to remove my clothes, he stopped, and I heard soft snores by my ear. "Great," I muttered, frustration evident

him up. It wasn't difficult-I'd seen his body before, but it still

finished, I dressed him in a black t-shirt

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

knowing he wouldn't remember

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

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

scene here, so

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

of Ash with someone else, taken in the same garden as

genuinely, while a man of nearly the same height had his hand resting firmly on Ash's

the picture, a caption read:

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

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

"It was him..."

and Prince. They

that's why he was so powerful back

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

wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory

the circumstances I

his way into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

muttered as I

ankle earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought

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

have an injured ankle. I grimaced as my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have any choice

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

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

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

first time, someone had