Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 9 – Not Compatible (Anj‘s POV) 

I stayed in my position, crawling slowly under the bed of the stranger I slept with, but as I lifted one arm to move forward, my heart stopped beating when I saw a shining gold wedding band on my finger, 

My eyes blinked many times, racking my brain of what exactly happened last night, but the little workers seemed not done fixing my head as it ached so much I wanted to curl back in bed. This feeling was worse than a migraine, although I have not experienced it in my entire life. 

“Daddy!” she screamed again, making me cringe as her sweet voice was causing my head to crack 

I kept my eyes closed, only listening to the sound of the door opening, footsteps, and Sky cursing under his breath. 

“Sky Mars!” A yell roared like thunder inside his bedroom. “In the study room. Now!” An angry voice said. 

I felt the quilt thrown at me, but I did not dare look up to see who did it. “And you, young lady, you‘re not going anywhere!” The older man‘s voice shouted. I took a deep breath, wanting to ask him how I could go out without any clothes, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. 

It took a while before the room went quiet, and I wondered whether his bedroom had a door. Everyone in their house seemed to have the freedom to enter his bedroom. In tears, I raised my head, and my body jolted, surprised to see a cute little girl squatting in front of me, blinking her eyes as her mouth in 0, looking awed at me. “Woah! You are so beautiful. Are you an angel?” she asked innocently, taking something from my hair. Her eyes almost crossed as she studied the soft white feather she got from my head “Huh?” Immediately, I got up, not minding if I was naked before her. My heart hammered, realizing I could easily be recognized without the red spots on my face. “Bathroom?” I asked, and she raised her index finger, pointing in the direction of the room. I ran to his overly large bathroom, almost half the size of our home. 

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I saw myself in the full–length mirror of his closet room. Reflecting in the mirror is my spotless face, the usual look I have in the early morning except for today, there is horror in my eyes, and there is proof that something happened between Sky and me last night. 

lifted my hand, touching the bruise–like mark lightly on my neck, only these were not because I got hurt last night, but because I let myself

blinked her eyes at me as she peeked her head at the ajar door. She was still holding the white feather she found in my head, twisting

his closet room but could not find anything that would help me with my

need to eat another crab from the kitchen, I would gladly do it.

“Uh–uh,” she nodded. 

have... hmm...” I closed my eyes, wanting to cry. Why is my brain not working now when I need it? “A marker? A red marker?” When she didn‘t answer. “Crayons?“.

his closet again, pulled out a plain white shirt and boxer shorts, and walked back to

little girl returned with her art material sets and gave them

nice being wealthy because you can have all the colors you want. When I was her age, I could only own 8–color crayons, and I only had 32–colors when a relative of the resident in the nursing home gave me

and dashed back in

red dots on my face. “Olivia,” she answered as she craned her neck, studying me. “What are you doing?” I smiled, sat down

secret?” 

Olivia creased her forehead, I sighed. “Uhm, like guessing the position of the stars in the sky?” I wanted to cry now, but suddenly her eyes brightened. “Like horoscope?” She asked, smiling as she hoped she was correct. “Yeah, something like that.” It was my turn to knit my forehead. Why on earth does a child know about horoscopes? “Help me beat Sky. Put more red dots on my face. Can you do that?” I asked, giving her the colored pen.

the nose,

How about you?” she asked as she concentrated on my forehead.