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, lettin

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