Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin
Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 – A Strange Stranger (Sky‘s POV) Angela‘s round eyes blinked as my palm covered hermouth, stopping her from screaming. “Don‘t dare scream again, Angela. Olivia‘s room is just next tomine,” I warned her. At first, I thought she pressed her lips to suppress herself from screaming, but I waswrong. She was trying to stop herself from laughing. I moved away from her but remained kneeling somy head would not bump the shelf of the cabinet. When I glanced at her, Angela was biting her bottomlip, 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 shepuckered her lips, pointing at my shaft. We were in an awkward position, replaceing myself kneeling inbetween 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, andthis 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 Icould 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 mythings. 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 inyour bed if you see me there.” “Actually, you‘re right,” I agreed with her, putting on my shirt. “But thishouse has plenty of guest rooms, and I could go there and sleep,” I explained. “I may not like you, butI am not a bad person.” I turned my head to look at her. “Follow me.” We went out of my bedroomand walked toward the kitchen. At this hour, the maids are usually at their quarters, and Elenita spendstime 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 instructedFrank to buy a small birthday cake for her because she didn‘t have any yesterday. I am giving her acake 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 bither bottom lip, glancing at me as her eyes danced. When she opened the lid of the box, my eyebrowsraised, peeking at what was inside for the first time. “Happy Birthday, Angela! Love, Sky,” She read andgiggled 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 handsand smiled as she cried. I let her cry, and when she was done, she took her new cellphone and took apicture of the cake.

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

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

“So, what did you really wish?” I asked, taking a saucer and cake cutter for her. “I only have one wishevery year,” she said truthfully. “For my real parents to replace 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 tomeet my biological parents.”

I nodded, not wanting to ask more. She surprised me when she jumped to her feet and excitedly went tothe 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 shewould pester me, but she did not, causing me to feel guilty about it. “Fine! Let‘s go to the bar but let‘s trysomething else.”

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

“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 thestool excitedly, and her lips parted, looking at the liquor bottles with awe. “Sky,” She called my name withzeal. “Can I have a margarita today?” When I raised my eyebrows, she giggled, a laugh that tickledsomething inside me. “I always hear my cousin telling me about it and how she liked it,” she grinned atthe thought.

What worse thing could happen if I let her experience a glass of margarita today? She released ascream in delight, clapping her hand as I nodded. As I stand behind the bar, she climbs down the stooland stands beside me, watching how I do her drinks. When I was done, I gave it to her and drank, notsipping 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 offthe 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 shedrinks again. “Let me try how to do it,” she said. I should not have allowed Angela, but I am curious abouthow fast she learns.

She takes two margarita glasses and rims them with lime juice and sugar. “Where did you learn that?” Iasked curiously, wondering how she got the idea of using sugar. “Just discovering, but I guess this isbeing done already,” she answered, mixing the drink ingredients with a coconut juice she found. Shegave me the other glass when she was finished, and together, we tasted her creation. “Hmm,” Imoaned after tasting it. “This is good,” I complimented honestly. Her lips formed a delighted smile. “Doyou 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 heardmy answer this morning, sky. We can‘t afford it,” she answered, sounding sad. I scoffed at her. “Youmarried a Mars, yet you think you can‘t afford to study in college.” She chewed her bottom lip afterdrinking from her glass and looked at the ring on my finger. She leaned her head closer to mine. “Youknow 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 wealthyright now because we didn‘t sign any prenuptial agreement last night?” I finished my tequila, realizing itwas 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 neverinterested 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 outair 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 intenselyon the lips.