Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"What the fuck."

They weren't messing with me by bumping into me or pulling my hair, but they had all left me alone inside the classroom.

And not just that, they scattered all the supplies and chairs around to make it harder for me to clean up.

I sighed, shaking my head as I walked to the corner to start cleaning.

My mind was racing as I did so. Is there a way for them to forget about what happened in that video? Because no matter how hard I try to see it, Ash doesn't seem to have any plans to make the person who posted it take it down. [Nice angle. Good job.]

I winced as I remembered another one of his comments on the video. He seems to be enjoying this, but I'm not.

And now, I think I'm going crazy because I can see him inside the room, sitting in the corner while reading a book about engineering, whatever that is.

"Why are you looking at me like I was your greatest nightmare?" he asked, puzzled, as he lowered the book and glanced at me. "I've been here for a while. You just didn't notice because it looked like you were enjoying cleaning." "I wasn't imagining you?" I asked, tilting my head as I looked at him. "You're reading a book and studying. You're not Ash."

He laughed.

Ash closed the book and placed it on the armchair before standing up and brushing off his clothes. "I may look like a bad guy, but I still have my good sides."

He slid his hand onto the broom and dustpan I was holding. "You look tired. I'll do that for you."

"Rose's friends are really jerks. They're just like her," Ash said in annoyance as he wiped the teacher's table with a rag he found in the cleaning room. "They deserve to be punished according to school rules. They were elected as officers, yet they're the ones bullying their co-member."

My co-members poured soft drinks on the table, so it needed to be wiped down. I was just glad it didn't reach the wires, so nothing got damaged.

I quickly cleaned it up, so there was nothing more to worry about.

I never expected him to be here, anyway, and to clean up the mess my co-members made, at least. He raised a brow when he saw me just staring at him. I quickly looked away from him because of that.

First of all, I was just really curious as to why he was here. I didn't even know how he knew I was here right now.

"Don't tell Evangeline about this," I said in a low tone before picking up a few pieces of chips and putting them in the dustpan.

Of all people, I find it disgusting when they waste food like this just to piss someone off.

"Why?" he asked, his brows furrowing. "She'll believe you. I'll be the one to tell her. There are also CCTV cameras in the room. They'll see what they did."

I don't want her to worry.

I

I wanted to say that, but I chose to keep my mouth shut. Mason told me to hide my real identity, especially from Ash.

I may not know the reason why, but the only thing I can do for now is trust, just as I trusted my mom that she'd open up to me once she's ready.

"Aren't you mad at me?" I asked Ash in curiosity. "Why are you concerned about me? Why are you even here?"

To be honest, I don't even know why I asked if he was mad. I shouldn't care about that, but when I remembered his expression yesterday when he saw Mason and me together, I couldn't stop myself from asking. I couldn't even understand why he had that pain in his eyes at that time.

Same goes for his bruises and wounds. I just noticed now that the bruises and cuts on his face are still there. Where did those come from? "Why would I be mad at you?" He glanced at me. I raised an eyebrow, and he reciprocated it. "If you didn't know, I can't be mad at you." "Why?"

"Because I like you," he said so casually that I was taken aback by his statement. "How many times do I have to repeat that?"

I tilted my head as I stared at him. Did he hit himself against the wall when he got those bruises?

He has a bad reputation with girls, especially those good girls he wants to change. Why would I assume it would be different with me?

"I can't take your words seriously, Ash," I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't believe in words alone. I prefer actions."

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But even the thought of Ash liking me was hard to entertain. There's no reason why he would like me.

Does he have any hidden agenda on why he was so persistent in pursuing me? Is it lust, or was it something else?

However, if he really likes me, just like what he says, I want to know why.

His gaze darkened as he walked towards me with dominance and authority. With each step he took closer to me, my heart began to race.

It was a mixed emotion of fear and excitement, and I don't even know why the latter was on the list. I tried to step back so he wouldn't get too close.

"I came here because I wanted to see you. This week was hell, but I was still here because of you. I don't think that's just words, Sapphire. It was an act of effort to show you that I like you."

I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip because of the huskiness in his voice. I almost cursed because of it. It sounded so sensual to my ears, and the cold and quiet atmosphere inside the classroom wasn't helping either. I clenched my fists as I tried to step back once again, but I had nowhere to move, unfortunately.

"There's nowhere for you to go, except in my direction," he said with a grin before placing his hands on either side of me, trapping me.

His presence makes it hard for me to breathe. I can even smell his manly scent.

"It wasn't enough." I tried to strengthen my voice, but it came out even weaker.

I was about to divert my gaze from him, but he held my chin and brought my gaze back to him. He smiled when he saw my entire face, as if he was delighted that I was so close to him now.

"Then tell me what I can do so I can be enough, Sapphire. I'll gladly do it for you."