Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 – A Strange Stranger (Sky‘s POV) Angela‘s round eyes blinked as my palm covered her mouth, stopping her from screaming. “Don‘t dare scream again, Angela. Olivia‘s room is just next to mine,” I warned her. At first, I thought she pressed her lips to suppress herself from screaming, but I was wrong. She was trying to stop herself from laughing. I moved away from her but remained kneeling so my head would not bump the shelf of the cabinet. When I glanced at her, Angela was biting her bottom lip, and her face was so red, causing me to think all the red spots on her face had melted. “What now?” I hissed, wondering why my body was feeling hot. She swallowed hard and forced a chuckle as she puckered her lips, pointing at my shaft. We were in an awkward position, finding myself kneeling in between her legs, and my member was not even ashamed of getting hard in front of her.

“Please, Sky, get out. Your manhood is tickling me,” she said, closing one eye and pressing her lips, and this time, she was avoiding laughing hard at our position.

My eyebrows knitted. “What do you mean it‘s tickling you?” I asked, hiding my amusement. “Just please, get off me,” she said, pushing me out of the big closet. I scoffed at her, getting out of the cabinet before I could not stop myself. She must have put me under her spell that I was feeling aroused by her words, voice, and hard nipples, which were so obvious underneath her top pajamas.

“Does the bed bother you that you sleep here?“I hissed, opening another cabinet. Finally, I found my things. Marrying a strange stranger stirred my world, confusing my brain and heart. She got out, fixing her waist–long hair. “It‘s comfortable here. Besides, I was scared you might not want to sleep in your bed if you see me there.” “Actually, you‘re right,” I agreed with her, putting on my shirt. “But this house has plenty of guest rooms, and I could go there and sleep,” I explained. “I may not like you, but I am not a bad person.” I turned my head to look at her. “Follow me.” We went out of my bedroom and walked toward the kitchen. At this hour, the maids are usually at their quarters, and Elenita spends time with Olivia, reading her books or helping with her homework.

She pulled a chair from the kitchen island and watched me as I moved toward the refrigerator, taking a small cake box. After placing it on the table, I pushed it toward her. “Open it,” I instructed Frank to buy a small birthday cake for her because she didn‘t have any yesterday. I am giving her a cake for no other reason except those celebrating birthdays with a cake is very important for me. Her lips curved into an excited smile as her beautiful round eyes sparkled with happiness. She bit her bottom lip, glancing at me as her eyes danced. When she opened the lid of the box, my eyebrows raised, peeking at what was inside for the first time. “Happy Birthday, Angela! Love, Sky,” She read and giggled as tears rolled down her cheeks.”

I‘m sure you didn‘t buy this,” she wiped her tears, still sniffling as she put the candle on top of the cake

I opened the drawer, got a lighter, and lit the candle.

She was smiling as she closed her eyes before blowing the candle. Like a child, she clapped her hands and smiled as she cried. I let her cry, and when she was done, she took her new cellphone and took a picture of the cake.

“So, what did you wish for?” I asked, curious at what she asked that she seemed sincere in making her wish.

“I wished you would give me a hundred million so I can have my face fixed,” she chuckled, dipping her index finger into the icing and putting her finger on her mouth. She moaned, closing her eyes, causing my stupid self to lick my lips, wanting to taste her lips “This is the best cake ever! Thank you, Sky,” She smiled, showing her sweet smile. Her face might have hundreds or perhaps thousands of red dots, but it could not hide the beauty in her heart–shaped face. Whenever she smiles, her eyes sparkle, and her face lights with joy. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“So, what did you really wish?” I asked, taking a saucer and cake cutter for her. “I only have one wish every year,” she said truthfully. “For my real parents to find me,” she said as she cut the cake. “It‘s not

that I‘m not grateful with Si...with my mother. I know she loved me very much, but it would be nice to meet my biological parents.”

I nodded, not wanting to ask more. She surprised me when she jumped to her feet and excitedly went to the refrigerator. “Sky, let‘s have appletini,” She said excitedly.

I scoffed at her. “Do you remember what happened when you had appletini last night?” I thought she would pester me, but she did not, causing me to feel guilty about it. “Fine! Let‘s go to the bar but let‘s try something else.”

“You have a bar here?” Her eyes looked surprised that I pressed my lips to stop me from laughing. She is an adorable doll when she does that, looking innocently surprised. I nodded. “We have one in the next room, but not here. Let‘s go back. I have one in my room,” I said, taking the cake box as she might want more.

“You have your own bar? Woah!” She exclaimed, following me after taking her saucer and fork.

This had been an exhausting day, and one glass of brandy or maybe something hard for me, I think, would be okay before I resigned to the guest room, but as we reached my own home bar, she sat on the stool excitedly, and her lips parted, looking at the liquor bottles with awe. “Sky,” She called my name with zeal. “Can I have a margarita today?” When I raised my eyebrows, she giggled, a laugh that tickled something inside me. “I always hear my cousin telling me about it and how she liked it,” she grinned at the thought.

What worse thing could happen if I let her experience a glass of margarita today? She released a scream in delight, clapping her hand as I nodded. As I stand behind the bar, she climbs down the stool and stands beside me, watching how I do her drinks. When I was done, I gave it to her and drank, not sipping or tasting, causing her to cough.

Although hesitating, I tapped her back lightly, laughing at her.

“How do you drink this?” she asked, looking at the glass with disgust.

I smiled, shaking my head as I hid my amusement with her. “This is how you do it.” I showed her how, and like a good student, she nodded, taking the glass when I gave it to her. I watch her lick the salt off the rim as she drinks, grabbing some with her tongue as she drinks her margarita She breathed out. “This is good,” she grins at me, rotating her glass to get the salt off the rim on the other side as she drinks again. “Let me try how to do it,” she said. I should not have allowed Angela, but I am curious about how fast she learns.

She takes two margarita glasses and rims them with lime juice and sugar. “Where did you learn that?” I asked curiously, wondering how she got the idea of using sugar. “Just discovering, but I guess this is being done already,” she answered, mixing the drink ingredients with a coconut juice she found. She gave me the other glass when she was finished, and together, we tasted her creation. “Hmm,” I moaned after tasting it. “This is good,” I complimented honestly. Her lips formed a delighted smile. “Do you want another glass?” She asked excitedly. I nodded, helping her this time. “Are you interested in Dr. Greene‘s offer?” I glanced at her, and seeing her shaking her head made me wonder. “Why?” “You heard my answer this morning, sky. We can‘t afford it,” she answered, sounding sad. I scoffed at her. “You married a Mars, yet you think you can‘t afford to study in college.” She chewed her bottom lip after drinking from her glass and looked at the ring on my finger. She leaned her head closer to mine. “You know that my marriage to you is temporary, right?”

My eyes squinted at her, wondering if she was sincere or just playing me. “Did you know you‘re wealthy right now because we didn‘t sign any prenuptial agreement last night?” I finished my tequila, realizing it was a bad idea to have another glass. “What will you do with all the money, Angela?”

“It was the same with my answer last night, Sky. I‘m not interested in your money. I was never interested in money,” Angela leaned her head forward. “Then, what do you want?” I whispered, hoping

to get the same answer as last night. “A kiss. Just a kiss from the Mighty Sky,” she murmured, puffing out air from her mouth nervously as I hovered my lips to hers.

I smiled. “You‘re one strange stranger, Angela,” I said, pulling her closer to me and kissing her intensely on the lips.