Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 60

Chapter 60 – A Good Excuse (Anj‘s POV) “Mommy?” Selene cupped my face.

When I opened my eyes, three pairs of worried eyes were staring at me. My lips curved a sweet

and gentle smile, seeing my girls. “Mommy, are you okay?” Leyanne placed her palm on my forehead.

I stretched my arms and yawned, still tired after yesterday‘s event in their school and the hot night with Sky. Thinking of those searing kisses we shared, I breathed out as the heat crept to my body and turned my face apple red. “You must be sick, mommy?” Lyra Helene gasped. “Your face is soooo red.”

I could not help myself from laughing at my children as I got up and leaned on the bed‘s headrest. I opened my arms wide, welcoming the three in my arms, and embraced them tightly. “Argh! What have you been eating these days?” I groaned and chuckled when Selene came on top of me, resting her head on my chest and wrapping her arms around me. Leyanne snuggled to my right and Lyra Helene to my other side. My two girls stretched their arms, embracing me.

They giggled, raising their heads so I could kiss their foreheads. After telling Anya the truth, my chest felt light. We talked for hours last night, telling her everything that had happened to Sky and me and why I returned despite my feelings for him.

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“It‘s already six, and you‘re still in bed,” Leyanne answered, playing with the ribbon of my nightwear.

I raised my forehead. “Really?” I closed my eyes and moaned. “Mommy still wants to sleep,“I smiled, kissing them again and sighing as I let them go. Leyanne and Lyra Helene climbed down the bed, except for Selene.

“Can we go to school with you, mommy?” She asked, her lips pouting as she stared at me.

It is Saturday, and I only have one scheduled class today. I squinted my eyes, pretending I was thinking really hard, then I kissed her nose. “Okay. Then, after that, we‘ll visit Sister Grace in the nursing home.”

I turned my head, looking for my two other girls and what was making them busy. Leanne was on the phone, and Lyra Helene was about to cry as she tried to snatch the phone from her. “What are they doing?” I asked, hoping to say it only to myself, but I said it aloud. “They‘re trying to call Daddy,” she answered. “But he‘s not answering.”

“Daddy won‘t answer,” I muttered sadly, and my girls turned to me as if I had just told them something had died.

“Shhh,” Leyanne‘s eyes widened.

I almost guffawed, realizing my five–year–old daughter just ‘shh‘ me. She ran toward us and placed my cellphone on the bed, turning the speaker on, and I could not believe myself joining them, crawling with Selene to look at the phone, waiting for Sky to answer.

“Anj?” he said like he just woke up.

“Daddy?” Leyanne asked as if trying to confirm if it was really him.

“Yes, baby?” he answered, causing my heart to panic. What is Sky doing? After promising last. night, why is he answering my children‘s call?

“Sorry, Daddy,” Lyra Helene answered. “Everything is fine now. Mommy‘s awake.”

He was quiet for a few seconds, probably thinking about what I had in mind, too. We are not supposed to communicate anymore, but how can I stop the kids?

“Is there a problem? Is mommy sick? You want me to go there?” Now Sky‘s voice is in panic. The girls giggled. “She said she‘s fine,” Leyanne assured him. “We‘re just worried because mommy kept calling

your name in her sleep.” “No way!” I uttered, covering my mouth, and when Sky heard my voice, he could not stop himself from laughing.

“Don‘t worry, Anj. I kept thinking of you, too.” He murmured, making my cheeks crimson red.

“Mommy‘s blushing, Daddy,” Selene chuckled, touching my cheek with her index finger. I heard him laugh again, truly entertained with my kids.

“Have you eaten your breakfast yet?” He asked, glad that he was changing the topic. “Uncle Dylan‘s preparing our breakfast now,” Lyra Helene answered him. “Uncle Dylan?” The tone of his voice was suspicious. I could imagine him squinting his beautiful eyes.

“Uh–huh! He lives here with us because he sold his house so he can help Aunt Anya–”I cleared my throat to cut Lyra Helene, but she continued, “and he cooks breakfast for us, do errands for Mommy and Aunt Anya, and...” I took my phone. “I think Daddy got it already,” I said, hoping to cut the call but doing it would disappoint them. “Is Uncle Dylan Aunt Anya‘s boyfriend?” he asked the girls again. Leyanne took the cell phone from me. “No. Aunt Anya said Uncle Dylan has a huge crush on mommy, and he can also be our Daddy if you didn‘t come yesterday.”

My heart panicked when Sky didn‘t talk. “We‘re going with Mommy to her work today,” Lyra Helene added. “Okay. I‘ll pick you up after Mom‘s work and cook lunch for you.” He said, causing me to be hysterical and snatching the phone from Leyanne. “What are you doing, Sky?” I hissed, wanting to remind him of his promise.

“What? The Uncle Dylan can cook for them, but the Dad can‘t?” he smirked.

If my children were not gawking at me, I would scream at him and remind him we were just

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“You have a business trip,” I almost screamed at him. “You can‘t skip work.” “Anj, I‘m the boss. I own the company. I can ask other people to come on my behalf.” He uttered, sighing and keeping silent for a few seconds. “I love you, girls. Can you give the phone to Mommy? I need to talk to her?” “Okay,” The girls said simultaneously.“ Love you, Daddy!” They all said before leaving the bedroom, and after Selene closed the door, I turned the speaker off. “What are you doing?” I hissed, pacing in the bedroom but stopping when I noticed the bruise mark on my shoulder and neck. “What have we done?” I asked in horror, tracing the marks of our insanity last night. “Are you asking yourself or me?” He chuckled. “Anj, I want to see you again. I promise you, after this, we won‘t see each other again.” I did not answer, only eyeing myself in the mirror, remembering how we shared kisses and how he made me reach the climax twice, and I slept dreaming I wanted more. “Let‘s give the girls something to remind them of their father before you erase him in the picture,” He said when I didn‘t answer him. “At least, they would get to have a happy memory of me before being eaten by zombies alive,” he continued, laughing as he persuaded me. “Don‘t be funny, Sky,” I muttered, sighing as I opened the drawer, taking my pouch and choosing from my makeup kit something to cover the bruises. “You‘ll only hurt my girls,” I uttered worriedly. You‘ll only hurt me, I want to add, but I bite my lips, stopping from saying

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“Let me have my fun, Anj. Just think of a good excuse on Saturday, and after today, I promise you, I won‘t bother you and your girls.” I lowered my eyes, and the tears welling in my eyes fell, unsure if I wanted him to his fun as if we were a thing, not a person. “Make sure to think of a really good excuse for the girls before you accept this Dylan in your life as their father, Anj.”

I wanted to tell Sky that I didn‘t need to think of an excuse. All I had to do was tell them he was engaged with Lalaine, and I wished to make myself happy by choosing someone else.