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

And I would.

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

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

finished, I dressed him in a black t-shirt

huh?" I chuckled softly, wondering who was more

kiss on his forehead, knowing he wouldn't

"I should hate you, but

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

cause a scene here, so I stood up

at a picture frame by the door. I froze, and I

the same garden as

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

the picture, a caption read:

printed those words and pasted them on the photo-perhaps to ensure

face in the picture. His picture was enough to resurface the terror I had tried so hard to bury over the years. Decades were not enough to erase the memories of what he had done to

"It was him..."

They are

so powerful back

a photo I'd seen at Mason's

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

of the circumstances I endured, but there were

when Prince forced his way into my life,

***

Ten years ago...

shit," I muttered as I adjusted my

a moment, I thought the

possible, avoiding people as much as I could. But no matter how much I tried

as my soaked uniform was now reeking of a bad smell,

class, when a guy

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

Inside was a black t-shirt and black leggings. This isn't the right time for

time, someone had come to my