Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 66 - A Quick One (Anj's POV) | thought Finn had already left Sky‘s place when | went out of the girls’ bedroom, but when | went to the kitchen, my daughters were sitting on the chair by the kitchen island, entertained by two handsmen as if they were in a cooking show.

“Look, mommy,” Leyanne turned her head to me. “Daddy‘s cooking spaghetti, and Uncle Finn's making baby eggplant pizza,” She giggled when Finn winked at her and showed a charming smile.

“Are you hungry? This won't take long,” Sky asked me, but his eyes askeda different question.

| just nodded, sitting with my children, and like them, | watched them, amazed at how they moved fluidly in the kitchen as if they were not wealthy and didn‘t have many servants at home.

“Ms. Perry,” Finn stopped, narrowing his eyes as if weighing if it would be okay for me. “Can I just call you, Anj?” “No,” Sky answered right away.

He scoffed at Sky, shaking his head as he twitched his lips and stole glances at me. He put the small pizza sizes in the oven and then cleaned his area, placing the utensils and plates in the sink. While wiping the table, he looked at Leyanne.

“Better ask mommy first. She might not say yes,” he said, stirring my curiosity at what he promised my children that | would not be happy about.

As if | have said ‘no’ already, Selene’s eyes went round, panic-stricken at the thought.” Mommy?” “Yes?” | asked, standing up to see where the plates were kept. As if Sky knew what I planned to do, he opened the upper kitchen caband took out the clean plates. He gave them to me, but before | turned my back on him, his hand gripped my forearm.

He leaned forward as if to kissbut only whispered to my ear, making sure the kids would not hear him. “Anj, I'm sorry.” Our eyes met when he moved slightly away from me, and | was like cheese in the pizza in the oven, melting in his eyes. | heaved a sigh, curving a smile on my lips because Selene was eyeing us. | placed the plates on the kitchen island, raising my hand to touch his lips. “Spaghetti sauce,” | uttered nervously, hoping to wipe the sauce on the corner of his mouth, but he caught my hand. | swallowed hard when he licked his lower lip and smiled at me. “You missed it,” | said without breaking our gaze. “Hmm!” Finn muttered, crossing his arms to his chest and tilting his head to see my face. “I wonder how you will wipe that sauce without touching Sky?” | peeked at Finn and rolled my eyes, taking the plates from the table and facing Sky again. | narrowed my eyes as my tongue touched the inside of my cheek.

“Your brother is really annoying,” I hissed, forgetting my daughters had something to say.

“Don’t mind him,” Sky raised his hand, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“It's still there,” | puckered, pointing at the sauce he missed again.

He chuckled, moving closer to my face to tease me, but | guess | startled him when | raised my head. Wanting to annoy Finn, | licked the sauce on Sky‘s mouth.

“It's gone now,” | turned my back on him, puffing out air as | walked toward the dining room. | was sure | heard Finn groaning as Sky laughed at him. | wished not to return to the kitchen anymore, but I had to.

“Mommy, Uncle Finn‘s dog gave birth to many puppies. Can we have one?” Leyanne said worriedly.

“What kind of dog?” | looked at her, taking cutleries from the drawer.

“Labrador Retriever,” Finn answered.

“Mommy, please!” They all said at the stagain. | took a deep breath, thinking if Mrs. Salvacion would mind us bringing a puppy home. | smiled at her. “I'll ask first if it's okay to have a puppy at home.” “I think it‘ll be okay. Uncle Dylan has a dog, and Aunt Anya has a cat - ” “And mom has a...?” Finn cut Leyanne.

Lyra Helene giggled. “Three monkeys. It's what Aunt Anya said,” she said, and the three laughed at Anya's joke. | smiled at them, kissing their heads.

“Wash your hands, then go to the dining room,” | said, helping them get down the chair. When they were gone in the kitchen, I turned to Finn, glaring at him. “What?” Finn chuckled as he took the bite-sized pizzas from the oven. “Don’t you like dogs?” | sneered at him, turning around but bumping and startling Sky that the glass of orange juice he was supposed to askto taste spilled in my blouse.

“Oh my, God! I'm sorry, Anj,” he said, taking a paper towel to wipe my chest, but I took it from him before he could touch me. “I... I only want to ask if the orange juice taste is okay, he explained worriedly. | took the glass from him and tasted it. “Yeah, the sweetness is just fine. Please excuse me,” | said, stepping to the side to walk past him.

| stopped walking, realizing | didnt bring any extra clothes because Sister Grace still had sof my things in the nursing hwith her. “Sky,” | turned to him. “I hope you don’t mindborrowing your shirt. I'll just wash this later,” | said as | remembered seeing the laundry area a while ago. “Sure,” He placed took the large plate with spaghetti. “I'll just put this on the dining table,” he said, walking ahead of me. | followed him, bringing the pitcher of juice, and walked behind him as he ledto the master’s bedroom. “Would T-shirt be okay?” He asked as he opened his closet.

“Yeah,” | said, picking up the gray color shirt, but as | was about to take it, | noticed the familiar unopened paper bags at the bottom of the cabinet. My eyebrows knitted, remembering those shopping bags were mine, or should | say, were once mine? “That's my ex-wife's stuff?” His forehead creased, unsure if he should be sharing it withor not that it sounded more like a question. He smirked, probably not atbut at himself.

“I thought clothes are supposed to be in a suitcase, not in shopping bags when you leave your husband?” It was meant to be a joke, but he only scoffed at me. “I'm sorry,” | lowered my eyes as | apologized.

He chuckled, and when I cleared my throat for him to leave, he smiled apologetically. “Of course! I'll wait outside.” He walked and closed the door behind him.

| glanced at the shopping bags, wanting to open them but I could not help asking myself why he had to keep them. Sighing, | focused on unbuttoning my blouse but hissed, realizing that even my bra got wet from the juice.

| could not walk around without my underwear because they might think | was giving them a hint that I liked either one of them.

Changing my mind, | unclasped my bra, freeing my mounds, but the door suddenly opened. | panicked, and instead of putting on the shirt, | wrapped my arms around my body to cover myself.

Like we were on pause, Sky, his mouth half-opened, swept his eyes atfrom my face down to my breasts. He swallowed hard.

“S-sorry, | should have knocked,” he said, closing the door as he walked closer to me. “Was | taking too long?” | asked, turning around as my hands trembled as | panicked in putting it on. | hissed, cursing myself for panicking because | looked like an idiot, not knowing where the hem was of the shirt.

“Here, lethelp you,” Sky offered, standing behindand taking the T-shirts from| gasped when his hands grazed the skin of my arm as he took the shirt slowly from me. | closed my eyes, telling myself not to turn around.

Don't turn around.

Don't turn around.

I breathed out and turned around. When my eyes met Sky's, he seemed to have no plans of putting on the shirt at me.

“Forgive me, but...” He lowered his head. “I've been wanting to kiss you since | woke up this morning.” | gasped when he pulledcloser to him, wrapping his arms around my body, dropping the shirt he took fromas he crushed his lips into mine.

We were on fire! “I have been dreaming of you last night, Anj,” he whispered, breathing hard as he bit my neck.

Good heavens! If he knew how much | wanted him now. | raised my arms, intertwined my hands at the back of his neck, and kissed him again. “How about a quick one?” He asked, panting after our electrifying kisses.