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.

neck, teasingly light, as if he

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 in my

It wasn't difficult-I'd seen

I finished, I dressed him in

me, huh?" I chuckled

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

he murmured back, "I should hate you, but

head. It should be my line. I should be the one forgiving him, so I

a scene here, so I stood

by the door. I froze, and I finally understood why

the same garden as my

the same height had his hand resting firmly on Ash's

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

pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure he

out to touch Azrael's face in the picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over

"It was him..."

and Prince. They are the

back then;

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

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

of the circumstances I endured, but there were even darker moments

forced his way into my life, whether I wanted him

***

Ten years ago...

I adjusted my shoe inside

my ankle earlier while walking, and for a moment, I thought the heel had

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

poured cold water over me, and much to my bad luck, I have an injured ankle. I grimaced as my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell, yet I didn't have

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

shower and use this," he said,

took it afterward. Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the right time for me to refuse

time, someone had come to