Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 91 - Tequila or Vodka (Anj‘'s POV) An hour on the beach with everyone exhaustedalready, but my children never seemed to run out of energy. | had to sit on the mat Sky placed on the sand before we all immersed and enjoyed the water.

Either one of us was a traitor for extending or recharging my kids because they never lost the energy to play in the water. Now it was already Dylan‘s and Anya‘s turn to play with Leyanne and Lyra Helene on the water. When | cout of the water, Selene clung toand continued to play, digging in the sand as she tried to follow the small crab she found a while ago.

Sky emerged from the water, and as he walked toward me, water was dripping off his body. Biting my bottom lip, | couldn’t stop following his every step, and though | knew he would be coming my way, | still smiled and waved at him. “How did you manage to raise these three kids?” He laughed as he sat beside me. “They seemed to have lots of energy.” | chuckled and handed him the towel. “I don’t bring them to the beach,” | said, glancing again at Selene.

“I'll take note of that,” He grinned and turned to Leyanne and Lyra Helene on the water.” They looked ordinary to me,” he smiled sheepishly as his eyes fixed on Selene.

| scoffed at him. “My kids are ordinary, Sky. They‘re like any other kids, wanting to play and be with Mommy.” “And Daddy,” he added. “Yeah,” | muttered. “What happened to our promise of never seeing each other, Sky?” | asked, giving him bottled water. With Sky around, my blood seemed to overflow in my heart‘s arteries that clogged at spoint and then flowed so fast that it hurt my chest. “I think the sixth birthday would be the last,” he said as he opened the cap and drank from it. “We're leaving, Sky,” | managed to say as | hugged my knees, hiding my body from him, when Anya finally succeeded in encouragingto wear the two- piece bikini we found earlier in the closet room.

Sky did not say anything for a while, and whenever he did that, my haywire brain thought of different things that could possibly run in his mind. | knew that he held the truth about my children and me, but for sreason, he didn’t speak about it.

1 could lie forever.

He could hire a private investigator, but with the bills right now about protecting someone's privacy, especially children, I could hold it against him.

He could have DNA tests. It would be easier, but he would need my approval, but good heaven knew I would never give it to him. “What if the children looked for the daddy again? What will you tell them?” He asked me, hating that I could not fathom if he were mad or not.

“My children are learning fast, Sky, more quickly than ordinary kids, and soon they‘ll find out you‘ll be marrying Lalaine. I will tell them the truth,” | answered him, but | was unsure about the last one.

“It's either you will tell them you don’t loveanymore, or | don't love you, and | wanted to be with someone else.” He breathed hard. “Still, it would hurt the children.” | hated it when my children cried and looked for him, but I just couldn‘t bring them into a life full of lies anymore.

“Why not stay and marry Dylan?” He narrowed his eyes at the man who would glance at us from tto t | turned my head to him and laughed. “Are you proposing for him?” | teased him.

He pursed his lips, but his lips curved into a smile when he met my eyes. “I'm not. If only | could keep you, Anj.” He took my hand and intertwined our fingers.

My eyes squinted at him, and | smiled wickedly at him, hiding the pain of our conversation.” Are you askingto be your mistress, Sky?” He chuckled, riding on to my joke. “Would you say yes?” | bit my bottom lip and moved my head to whisper in his ear. “No.” He grinned, craning his neck to look at the perfect sky. “I knew it.” He turned his head toand caressed my face with his fingers. “It doesn’t have to cto this because you deserved more, Angela.” | rested my chin on my knees. “When | beca mom, | think less of me, Sky. All that matters toare my kids because they deserve more.” “Give something for yourself, Anj, so you can have something to give.” Sky heaved a sigh, standing up, escaping from our conversation. “Who's up for barbeque?” “Me!” Selene answered, leaving her toys and the deep hole she had already dug.

“Did you find the crab?” He asked her as he carried him into his arms.

“No. It probably went hto its mommy,” She answered him. Together they walked toward the picnic table set by the housekeepers a while ago, leavingwith a thought. Do | really deserve more? ork Dylan added another piece of wood to the bonfire on the sand at the beach. The music from Anya’‘s cellphone added to the mood as we sat and enjoyed the beautiful moon and the sound of the ocean. She was swaying at the Piano in the Dark song, and if not for the barbeque she was holding and eating, she could pass as a goddess dancing in front of Dylan and me.

She only stopped when Sky returned with a Tequila and Vodka bottle. “This is what a beach party should be,” she smirked, sitting on the mat. “Chere, sweet Dylan. Cto Mama,” she said, teasing him as she tapped the mat.

He sneered at her, throwing her a bath towel, which landed perfectly on her head. “Why don‘t you change first?” She raised her eyebrows at him. “My cousin and | plan to swim later.” With the children around, we could not enjoy the water, so we decided to swim after they all went to sleep. My eyebrows knitted, looking at the two bottles in his hands.

“I can‘t decide which ones you like to drink, so | brought two.” He was looking at Anya.

She raised her index finger, and as she pouted, she placed the tip of her finger on her lips while her eyes knitted.

“That one,” she said, pointing at the tequila. “W-Wait!” | stuttered, stopping them. “What are you doing, Sky 7" “Shhh!” Anya hushed me. “You have no say on this because you already drank last night,” She hissed.

Dylan looked at me, furrowing his forehead as if | had committed a crime. “Was it because of me?” “No!” | shook my head, glaring at Anya. “I just needed a drink, okay?” | scowled at her and Dylan. | breathed out, fanning myself with my hand, unsure if | was sweating because of the bonfire or the truth that | drank last night because of Dylan and Sky. My cousin gavea sullen look, but she batted her eyelashes at me, a face | never liked. What evil plans does my cousin have? “Let's set the mood right. Let's play a game,” she smiled as she suggested, winking at Sky, in which he smiled.

Dylan rolled his eyes at her. “You're not suggesting Spin a Bottle game, | hope,” he snarled at her.

“What are we? Teenagers? Of course, not! Pfft!” She scoffed at him, took the bottle from Sky, and gave it to me.

“Letthink, okay? I'm not like my cousin.” “Are the kids asleep already?” | asked, hoping they were not and still actively playing in the bedroom, so | could escape whatever stupid suggestion my cousin would say. “Yep!” He said, taking Anya’s cellphone. “I hope you don‘t mind,” he told her as he browsed her list of songs. “Into classic, Anya?” He smiled. “Are you sure they‘re sleeping already?” | asked again. He nodded and smiled when he looked atbriefly. “I promised them we'll all sail tomorrow if they go to sleep early.” “Woah!” Anya nudged Dylan, but he ignored her.

Sky chose a song and returned Anya‘s phone to the mat. Not drunk yet, my cousin sang the song, and my heart pounded in my chest erratically as | listened to the lyrics. If ever you're in my arms again... This tI'll love you much better.