Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 19

Chapter 19 – What Happened Last Night (Anj‘s POV) “Angela!”

My eyes suddenly opened when I heard Sister Grace calling my name, but when I stared at the elegant design of the ceiling, I realized I was only dreaming. I yawned, trying to remember how I got here in the bed, but as soon as I felt Sky moving, rolling to the other side, facing away from me, the memory of last night flooded my thoughts in an instant

My mouth gaped open, but before I could scream, my hand flew, covering my mouth and slowly climbing down the bed. I walked quietly and carefully tiptoed on the carpeted floor as I picked up my clothes and underwear. Cursing under my breath, I promise I will never ever taste a drop of alcohol in my life and crawl back to the closet room when I catch a glimpse of him moving again in the bed. It was supposed to be just one glass of margarita, but after I added more ingredients, experimenting with making a new taste for the ladies‘ drinks, the two of us became like crazy wolves indulging ourselves in our desires. It was still early, but it was the beginning of a busy day in Aunt Rose‘s house. The three of us, Aunt Rose, Anya, and I, would wake up at three in the morning because she had to go to work, and Anya and I had to help prepare breakfast in the nursing home.

My feet drag me to the bathroom and have a quick shower. When I was done, I peeked into the bedroom and breathed in relief to see Sky was still sleeping. Taking my cell phone, I walked cautiously out of his bedroom and went to the garden.

As soon as I found a quiet place to reflect and pray, I sat on the bench and closed my eyes. In just two days, I exceeded my quota of the number of sins I had committed. I breathed out, weighing my mind on whether it was considered a sin to sleep with him when we were already married.

My eyes opened to get rid of the heat crawling on my skin as I remembered his touch and kisses. I breathed out to the memory of Sky thrusting his manhood inside my core, bringing me to cloud nine many times last night. My hands flew to my cheeks, and though I could not

see myself now, I knew my face was redder than the blood.

I looked heavenward and apologized silently that I got distracted with my prayer. Exhaling again, I took the cellphone and dialed Anya‘s number. “Anya here. Good morning,” Her sleepy voice greeted me. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” I smiled, sounding chirpy for her not to worry. “Anj? Oh my, God. Where are you? Are you ready to go home? Should Dylan and I come to you

now?”

I chuckled, imagining her climbing down our bed quickly but pacing around the bedroom, not knowing where to go or what to do first. “Relax, Anya,” I chuckled softly again. “I‘m just checking on my friend‘s Dad today, and when he‘s okay, I will go home,” I said, though not exactly sure how I would do that when there was a part of myself not wanting to leave Sky.

“Mrs. Antonetta was looking for you yesterday, but don‘t worry, Anj. We didn‘t tell her what happened to you, but I told her that a UFO was sighted the other night, and she concluded you were taken away by your family.”

I smirked. “Tell her I‘ll be back soon, and please tell her my alien family is nice, but their heads are too big, and their hearts are small, so I will beg later to let me go back to earth.”

Anya burst a peal of laughter. “You‘re nuts, Anj. Where exactly are you now? If Sister Grace didn‘t want to know more, I wanted to know where on earth you are right now. What happened to you the other night?”

“It‘s a long story, Anya, but I promise to tell you everything when I get back,” I answered, but I was not sure if I could tell her everything. I had to think of a lie, a good one, so that she would not bother asking me, hoping that the young woman who babysat me until I was twelve would believe me.

“But tell me, Anj, did you meet cute guys at the party?” She asked, suppressing a scream. “Did you meet someone interesting?” Her question made me grin, biting my lower lip to stop myself from screaming with her.“ Uhmm...”

She laughed. “You‘re killing me, Anj. I bet you did.”

“Yeah!” I whispered, and again my face turned apple red as I remembered Sky in bed last night. This time she shrieked in excitement. “Tell me... tell me more! Oh my, Anj! I could imagine Dylan regretting not going with you to the party.” Dylan...

My eyes caught a few maids coming inside the house, perhaps getting ready for the day. They lined up near the entrance, and I saw Elenita coming out.

“Anya, I‘ll call you later,” I said, ending the call without waiting for her answer. I could not hear what Elenita was saying from my place, but one thing was sure, she seemed to be giving them instructions.

Working for the rich people must be nice but stressful in a way. I wonder how much they were getting because the mansion was already squeaky clean, and last night, only Elenita and I in the kitchen prepared Sky‘s meal. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I rose to my feet and walked back to the house. When I returned to Sky‘s bedroom, he was no longer there, not even in the bathroom and closet room. I sighed as I fixed the bed but stopped when I heard soft knocks.

Nina‘s head peeked at the door and smiled shyly at me. “Young Mrs... I mean, Angela, Young Mr. Mars is asking you to bring him coffee.”

I nodded and walked toward her. “Just Angela, Nina,” I whispered as I walked beside her going to the kitchen.

“Elenita is very particular with how we call the family members, Angela,” she explained, looking at her feet as if she was scared that she would melt if our eyes met.

Not wanting to put Nina in a complicated situation, I smiled, nodding at her to show I understand. I prepared the coffee the way I remembered doing it yesterday and took a deep

sigh before walking to the study room.

Sky was still in his night robe. I placed the coffee on his table since it was clear from any documents. He is reading from his tablet, and I doubt if it matters to him if I place the cup of coffee in front of him.

I took a lungful of air and puff it out before putting the cup on the table, and when I successfully did it without spilling the coffee because I was shaking, I turned my back on him slowly.

“What happened last night?” He asked, stopping me from walking. I turned to him and did my best in meeting his eyes. “I don‘t know. I woke up in the closet room this morning,” I lied. “Why? What happened last night?” “I don‘t remember,” he answered, focusing on what he was reading and taking the cup.” Surely, it was nothing interesting and worth remembering.” Not worth remembering... Those three words stabbed me in the heart that I felt the pain in my chest like I was having a heart attack. My lips quivered but I managed to smile and nod at him. “Yeah, it was not worth remembering.” I turned my back on him, quickly getting out of the study room as I asked myself why it hurt so much. Maybe because I could remember everything and I intended to keep the sweet and those crazy moments I had with him in my memory.