Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 81 - Just My Stuff (Sky's POV) | wish | knew what was going on in Angela‘s mind.

She was quiet the entire drive from the amusement park to the nursing home. With three girls at the back tellinghow their day went, I could imagine the fun but the horror of seeing their mother falling and getting hurt.

“Uncle Dylan kept saying I'm sorry to Mommy,” Selene said.

“But Mommy was just crying, and then Uncle Dylan carried her to the clinic.” Lyra Helene continued.

“Then Aunt Anya cried too because Mommy was hurt,” Leyanne added. “What did Uncle Dylan do to Mommy?” My hand gripped the car steering wheel, but | could not dare look at her or the kids in the rearview mirror.

“We don't know,” Selene answered. “Maybe he took back the candy because Mommy ate his candy.” “Interesting.” | sighed, hating that | was getting angry as | imagined Dylan kissing Angela.

We reached the nursing home, and like the first t| chere, | stopped in the sspot Angela parked the car and watched my kids unfasten their seatbelts, except for Selene.

“I'm gonna tell Grandma,” Leyanne said, going out first. “No! I'm telling Grandma,” cried Lyra Helene, opening her side of the door and running after Leyanne. Her nostrils flared as she pursed her lips. “What's wrong?” | asked her, pressing my lips as | looked at her funny face. “I'm stuck again, Mommy,” She complained. Angela moved to her seat, carefully turning her body to help her. “I'm sorry, baby. Mommy will buy a new one soon,” she said, wincing as she used one hand. | didn‘t know why | just watched them when | could have done it for Selene.

Our constant talk about not seeing each other that buying new child seats for the kids always slip my mind. Her hand magically did the trick and smiled at her when she finally unbuckled the seat belt.

“Thanks, Mommy,” She quickly advanced in going out of the car, leaving Angela and me.

My cell phone rang, and when | saw it was Catherine, | put on the Bluetooth speaker in my ears before answering her call and going out of the car to help Angela get out. Looking at her, | could say she was already feeling the pain because she hardly moved to her seat and waited forpatiently. “Sky, | just want to tell you that | dropped Anya and Dylan to the chicken restaurant, and they said they’ll just hail a taxi to go there.” She said.

“I'm driving back to the office. Oh, should | cancel your dinner meeting with Mr. Sy?” “No. I'll just make sure Anj is settled, then I'll be on my way,” | said, opening her door and carrying Angela in my arms. | could already see Sister Grace looking worried at the doorway.

Catherine chuckled. “Replying to his secretary, yes to that dinner meeting,” she said as if writing or typing the words. “I thought you don’t care about the mom?” “Catherine, see you tomorrow,” with both my arms busy holding Angela, | could not end the call.

“Yeah, yeah... Just be careful because Lalaine might look like an angel, but she’s a tigress. A demon, | may say.

Sorry.” “You don’t have to remind me. End the call, Catherine. End my misery,” | joked.

“Right. See you tomorrow.” She ended the call. “What happened?” Sister Grace asked worriedly as if my children’s stories were not enough and opened the door wide. “Nothing. Sky is just overacting, carryinglike an injured worker,” Only Angela laughed at her own joke. “I'm fine, Sister Grace.” | nodded to greet Sister Grace and walked to her small bedroom, next to the office and Sister Grace's bedroom.

She did not follow us into the bedroom, and the kids were nowhere inside her room. | closed the door and carefully placed her in her twin-size bed.

“How do you fit in here?” | asked, wanting to tell her that my dog's space was bigger than this room.

She chuckled. “The four of us sleep on the floor, and you have nothing to worry about because the kids love the pretend game, so we enjoy sleeping here,” She answered. “This used to be my old bedroom, and | stayed here when | wanted to escape from Anya‘s constant nagging. She‘s like an older sister to me.” “Frank's coming to bring the medicine from Uncle David,”l massaged my nape. “I really wish I could stay or just bring you girls home.” “We're fine here, Mr. Sky Mars. Thank you for bringinghome.” Her lips curved a smile, but she was obviously hiding the pain. “Do you need anything...” | wandered my eyes in her small bedroom. “Do you need anything before I leave?” Her face flushed, and she pursed her lips; | knew she wanted to ask something but with her looks, she seemed to have difficulty saying it out loud.

“You're easy to read, pumpkin. What is it?” | asked, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed. “I'll just wait for Anya.” She was apple red already, and she shook her head again like she was trying to decide on something.

“God, just say it. You don’t have to worry about the tbecause | have plenty. | can still bring you to the hospital,” | hissed at her. She raised her palms to her cheeks, probably checking herself. “I felt really sticky and wished to have a quick shower, but...” She bit her bottom lip, then heaved a deep sigh. “Can you helppull off my pants?” | swallowed hard, suddenly regretting | had brought her here and not canceling the dinner meeting with our business partner. Nodding, | turned my head to the other door, hoping it was not an adjoining room to a prayer room. | was not religious, but I never liked disgracing any sacred places “Bathroom,” she said briefly as if she knew what was running in my mind. “Don’t worry, the Prayer Room is in the opposite hallway,” she grinned.

“How many people can fit inside.” | asked her, causing Angela to chuckle nervously.

“You're not givinga bathe, Sky,” she said, struggling to unbutton her pants.

| scoffed at her “I'm not saying I will, Anj, but | am taking you there.” | knelt and helped her unbutton and unzipped her pants. | swallowed hard as | pulled off her jeans, and as her upper legs were exposed, | wanted to bury my face between her legs.

As to how | successfully took off her jeans without touching her was a miracle. | opened the door of the small bathroom and carried Anj with nothing on except her bra and underwear. After helping her, | went back to the bedroom, contented myself in listening to the sprinkle of water, and breathed hand, ignoring the needs of my hard manhood.

The medals and pictures hanging on the wall caught my attention. | rose to my feet and walked to check on her achievements. We also had these at hdisplayed in the study room, but not as many as hers. Mrs. Antonetta was not kidding when she said she was a genius, a child prodigy, and her medals proved she was not an ordinary kid. My eyes narrowed at an old picture of her with Anya and Dylan. She was not lying about saying he was a friend, but even in one of the pictures, with Dylan caught by the camera staring at her, any guy could tell he was in love with her “I told you it's a quick shower,” she chuckled but hissed as she tried to touch the bruise on her arm.

“Lethelp you get dressed,” | said, distracting myself as she was wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around her body, “My clothes are in there,” she pointed as she checked on her ankle. “And can you please get that box?” | nodded as | pulled fresh clothes for her. “I thought my misery ended a while ago, but it was just beginning,” | said, kneeling in front of her while | put on her underwear.

“You know I'm capable of doing that, Sky, right? All you have to do is helpundress, but not get dressed,” She uttered in a low voice, “Let's just say | wanted to do this again, but next time, it would be the other way around,” | smirked, breathing in relief when | put on her pajamas. When | looked up, she was done putting on her shirt “What's this.” “Just my stuff,” she said as she opened the box. My forehead creased when my eyes caught something familiar from her things because | was sure that one of those she was claiming hers did not belong to her .