Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 76 - Hoping For An Encore (Anj's POV) Sky flickered his eyes on the street sign ‘Heaven Avenue‘ when | turned the car on that street, but he did not say a word. He was makingnervous, afraid that he knew already, but he was not tellingabout it.

| stopped the car in the parking lot of the Nursing Hof St. Mary, and the triplet excitedly unfastened their seatbelts in the child seats.

“Make sure to go to Sister Grace's office first,” | reminded them. “Daddy and I will just talk.” | have no idea where to start with what we would talk about. He made a promise we would not see each other, and 1 would do the morbid talking about his accidental death or whatsoever just for my kids to move on with their lives without waiting for him.

They only nodded, chatting animatedly about the toys they brought from Sky's place as they got out of the car.

“What are you doing, Sky? Helphere,” | said, leaning on the car's backrest and closing my eyes.

“I'm not doing anything,” he said, unfastening his seatbelt and turning his body to face me.” Yet.” | opened my eyes. The word ‘yet’ madeshiver, my heart palpitating in fear of what he would do if he found out the truth. The way he talked to my kids, he seemed he knew enough he was their father, but he acted well since day one, so how would | know? “What do you want, Sky? It's like you suspect I'm that Angela you're looking for. I'm not her, okay?” My voice was almost pleading, wanting to cry in front of him but forcing my big brain to think of how to escape from him. “Then why are you so tense about it?” He breathed a deep sigh.

“I'm not,” | lied and breathed out. “In the shower, you're so...” “I know,” he lifted his hand, caressing my face. “I'm sorry. | just can‘t stop myself from being -” he shook his head. “I'm sorry. | only want you to stay for another night.” “Then what? Have a repeat performance of what we did last night?” My eyes glared as | snarled at him. “It was not supposed to happen. You're making it difficult for me, sky.” He was quiet for a while. “Yes and no.” “Let's not cross the line, Sky. Do | have to point out to you everything? We don't really love each other. | have kids. You're engaged with Lalaine,” | cried and bit my bottom lip to stop myself from sobbing. He unbuckled my seat belt and pulledto him. “I'm sorry, Anj. | just wanted to have another day with the kids. They‘re makingcrazy. I'm falling in love with them,” he cupped my face. “You‘re makingnuts, Anj,” | closed my eyes when his fingers trailed my lips. If only he knew he was also drivingcrazy that even his touch sent tons of electricity, tingling my whole body and needing him.

“A repeat performance,” He smirked, brushing his lips to mine. “I would love that, Anj. | demand an encore.” | chuckled between cries then my tongue reached for his bottom lip, tasting him. “After today, let's not see each other. Promise me, please,” “Yeah,” he said, nipping my lips playfully as his hand traced my nape to push my head toward him. He kissedfeverishly, and our tongues played, enough to tell that | desired him, and even with this, | felt reaching my orgasm.

Once again, | am trapped in Sky's world, forgetting where | am, only wanting him, but perhaps the divine agency above has its way of shaking us. The car door on my side suddenly opened, snapping Sky andfrom our lustful moment.

“Mommy! Daddy! Grandma's looking for you.” Leyanne squealed, running to the other side to open the other door.

“Just a piece of advice. When you get married, don‘t have kids right away, “Ichuckled, licking the lips he just kissed.

“Noted, Ms. Perry,” He smiled and turned to the open door. Leyanne tugged his hand, leading to the door where Sister Grace was standing.

“There's my child,” she smiled, opening her arms to welcme. She embracedtightly and pulled away from me, cupping my face to kiss my cheeks. “How's my daughter?” She asked gently, glancing at Sky. “I'm Sister Grace Perry.” “Your mother is a nun?” It cout as a question from his mouth, but Sister Grace only smiled at him, opening her arms to hug him.

“It's a long story. You are the daddy my grandchildren have been talking about,” She chuckled, tapping his arm as she opened the door leading to her office. | always cinto the nursing hwith this entrance, usually to avoid Anya and Dylan before, or maybe until now.

“Maybe Angela hasn't told you yet, but | run this nursing hwith my siblings,” she said, walking slowly, so | had to hold her in the waist to assist her. “Your parents, your father, is one of the generous people donating and supporting our cause.” He nodded. “By the way, happy birthday,” he greeted. She smiled and shook her head. “It's not my birthday. It's Mrs. Antonetta, one of our residents. Come, sit here,” she said, tapping the old couch.

His eyes wandered around her office, and | was sure we had the sthoughts. It needed renovation. Their parents, both missionaries and doctors, started this nursing home, and as this place mainly relied on donations, their main priority was the convenience of the residents. “My granddaughters can’t stop talking about you.

Thank you, Sky,” she said, enveloping his hand in hers. She released his hand as my daughter ran to her.

“Grandma, we're sleeping in Daddy’s house again,” Selene said, sitting in Sister Grace's lap My eyebrows raised, looking at them. When did they learn to decide on their own‘i shook my head when Sky glanced at me, hiding the amusement in his smile as my daughter declared where they would be staying tonight.

“Really?” She nodded. “But can Daddy allow you to sleep here tonight? | miss you all.” “Of course,” Sky answered, reaching for Selene and gently pulling her to him. “I have to go on a business trip.” “Again?” Her round eyes blinked at him. “Will you be here on our birthday?” Lyra Helene stared at him, her eyes suddenly filled with worry that he would miss it again. He nodded. “Remember the island Daddy got stuck with that's why | couldn‘t be there on your third birthday?” | knew very much because | created that lie. My girls nodded; their eyes widened, perhaps imagining the horror that had happened to their father there. “I'm bringing you there,” he promised. “You can come, Sister Grace.” She smiled gently at him. “I'm still recuperating, son, from the operation.” She rose to her feet. “They're all waiting for us. Let's go.” Sky helped her this time, assisting her to walk toward the other door, adjoining the family room where we usually celebrate birthdays, but as | pushed the ajar door, Dylan, standing on the other side of the doorway, surprised me. He pulledto him, his hands on my shoulders and looking atas if he was about to kiss me. “Anj, are you okay? | was so worried about you.” | opened my mouth to speak, but Sky beatinto it.

“Get your hands off my wife.”