Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 83

Chapter 83 – What is Love? (Anj‘s POV)

Sky left an hour ago after he successfully resisted my children’s pleading to stay for the night. He promised to return on Saturday and looked at the calendar on the wall, and we will all have to wait for two days.

My forehead creased. Not we... They! They needed two forty–winks before that day to come. I lifted the cup and sipped coffee. After Sky‘s conversation with Sister Grace, he was quiet that I was afraid he would just flee the nursing home without saying goodbye to me, but after staying alone in the garden for more than fifteen minutes talking to someone on the phone, he went back inside, surprised me with a searing kiss that I almost beg him to make love to me in the small office. “Dinner!” Dylan raised the paper bags in his hands, smiling at me. I smiled at him and put down the cup on the table. “Did you have to catch the chicken yourself?” I joked, hoping it would help us all lighten the mood after what happened today. “No. Anya and I had to argue for long minutes about what to order,” He sneered at the woman who had just entered the door. She scowled at him. “Liar! I had to lecture him first for turning down Catherine‘s offer to wait and drive us back here.” She rolled her eyes at him. “That pride will lead you nowhere, Dylan, but yes, he was right; we had to argue about what to order.” My children entered the door, chattering about something, but stopped when they saw Dylan and Anya. “I told you not to look at Aunt Anya like that,” she raised her eyebrows. “You‘re like your Mommy, little traitors!” She sneered at them as if talking to women the same age as hers. “Anya, they‘re six. I bet you‘re like that when you‘re their age,” Dylan muttered, smiling at them as he sat down. He opened his arms, and the girls came to him. “You really think I scared your mommy?”

They shook their heads.

“I think nothing scares Mommy,” Leyanne smiled as she glanced at me. “Except Daddy,” She giggled when I lifted an eyebrow. “But Daddy was scared with Mommy,“Selene said. “He said youContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

scared me, Anj,” I laughed when she tried to copy Sky‘s voice.

Dylan sighed, tousling the girls‘ hair. “Uncle Dylan was scared, too. Now, let‘s wash those dirty hands.” They nodded, following Dylan to the kitchen.

“Spill it out, Anya,” I said after catching her stealing glances at me. She took the paper boxes of takeaways from the bag and placed them on the table.

Her lips curved a wicked smile. “Nothing. I was just glad you didn‘t wait for me to help you change your clothes.” She leaned closer to me, sniffing my hair like a dog. “You have

showered already.” She batted her eyelashes at me.

“I showered alone, Anya,” I hissed at her.

She gasped. “Are you accusing me of accusing you?” She laughed, pulling a chair to sit beside me.

“Just please be careful talking about Dylan and me in front of my children.” I leaned my head on her shoulder.

“I know,” she nodded and anchored her arms to mine. “They‘re like recorders.” She tilted her head. “Please tell me, either my mom or Aunt Grace helped you change your clothes and not the elite god who seemed ready to close down the amusement park just because of that stupid step.”

“Does it matter who undressed and dressed me?” I asked her, closing my eyes and remembering the sighs as Sky pulled off my jeans slowly. Maybe if I were not wincing with pain, something would really happen in my old room.

Anya moved away from me; her eyes widened, and her mouth half–opened as she faced me.” Don‘t tell me – “When I scoffed, she gasped and hit me on my arm. “Did something happen again?” She asked in

a hushed tone.

I sit upright. “Anya, my sprained ankle is killing me. You think he‘ll consider doing that?”

She was silent for a few seconds, then turned her head to me. “Sky seemed to know the truth. Why don‘t you just come clean? Tell him everything.”

“Come clean? Once I do that, he will make a move. He fell in love with my children, so I knew how serious he was about getting custody of my girls.” I took a deep breath. “Beg him. Tell him you love him.” She uttered in a low voice. I scoffed at her. “Love... What is love, Anya?” “Love... is like an onion that makes you cry,” she said in a poetic way. “Love is blind. Eww!”

I pressed my lips tightly, suppressing myself from bursting into a peal of laughter as she continued blabbering about funny definitions of love. Yet I have thought of her advice. Beg Sky? I could do that. Tell Sky I love him? Yes... No... Maybe I could say I lust for him, but love? With everything that has happened between us, it was more acceptable to say what I feel for him is nothing but chemicals in my brain, making my body feel a wide range of emotions of desiring him. It was less painful if I thought that way. “But kidding aside, if you leave here, do you think he won‘t find you?” She asked me. “And Dylan? What will you do about him? I hope that guy didn‘t do something stupid up there on the Ferris Wheel?”

I shook my head, thinking Anya didn‘t need to know about the kiss. “Offering a lifetime commitment from a good guy like him scared me away, Anya.”

“And what did you say?”

“Nothing. I ran away,” I tilted my head to look at her face. “I wanted to escape from him, from

Chapter 83 – What‘s Love?

Sky.” I smiled sadly. “What is your problem?” She asked, looking serious this time. I shrugged and put my hand on my chest. “This is the problem. I love Sister Grace. I love you and Aunt Rose. I love my girls, but when it comes to men, this...” I tapped my heart. “It’s scared. It‘s dead. It‘s not beating to love like what Dylan felt for me or how Sky felt for Lalaine.” “That‘s tough,” Anya heaved a deep sigh. “You‘re right. What is love?”