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.

teasingly light, as if he wanted me to beg for

And I would.

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 back down on

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

finished, I dressed him in

I chuckled softly, wondering who was more intoxicated-him or

his forehead, knowing

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

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

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

the door. I froze, and I finally understood why Ash thought he

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

smiling genuinely, while a man of nearly the same height

the picture, a caption read: Azrael

pasted them on

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

"It was him..."

Prince. They are the same

why he was so powerful back then; he's a

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

was almost identical to this one, except his face wasn't visible back then. Now, every memory is coming

I endured, but there were even darker moments I tried

when Prince forced his way into my life, whether I wanted

***

Ten years ago...

as I

for a moment, I thought

people as much as I could. But no matter how much I

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

gate, resigned to skipping my next class, when a guy suddenly

shower and use this," he said,

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

first time, someone had come to