Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 66 – A Quick One (Anj‘s POV) 

I thought Finn had already left Sky‘s place when I went out of the girls‘ bedroom, but when I went to the kitchen, my daughters were sitting on the chair by the kitchen island, entertained by two handsome men as if they were in a cooking show. 

“Look, mommy,” Leyanne turned her head to me. “Daddy‘s cooking spaghetti, and Uncle Finn‘s making baby eggplant pizza,” She giggled when Finn winked at her and showed a charming smile. 

“Are you hungry? This won‘t take long,” Sky asked me, but his eyes asked me a different question. 

I just nodded, sitting with my children, and like them, I watched them, amazed at how they moved fluidly in the kitchen as if they were not wealthy and didn‘t have many servants at home. 

“Ms. Perry,” Finn stopped, narrowing his eyes as if weighing if it would be okay for me. “Can I just call you, Anj?” “No,” Sky answered right away. 

He scoffed at Sky, shaking his head as he twitched his lips and stole glances at me. He put the small pizza sizes in the oven and then cleaned his area, placing the utensils and plates in the sink. While wiping the table, he looked at Leyanne. 

“Better ask mommy first. She might not say yes,” he said, stirring my curiosity at what he promised my children that I would not be happy about. 

As if I have said ‘no’ already, Selene‘s eyes went round, panic–stricken at the thought.” Mommy?” “Yes?” I asked, standing up to see where the plates were kept. As if Sky knew what I planned to do, he opened the upper kitchen cabinet and took out the clean plates. He gave them to me, but before I turned my back on him, his hand gripped my forearm. 

He leaned forward as if to kiss me but only whispered to my ear, making sure the kids would not hear him. “Anj, I‘m sorry.” Our eyes met when he moved slightly away from me, and I was like cheese in the pizza in the oven, melting in his eyes. I heaved a sigh, curving a smile on my lips because Selene was eyeing us. I placed the plates on the kitchen island, raising my hand to touch his lips. “Spaghetti sauce,” I uttered nervously, hoping to wipe the sauce on the corner of his mouth, but he caught my hand. I swallowed hard when he licked his lower lip and smiled at me. “You missed it,” I said without breaking our gaze. “Hmm!” Finn muttered, crossing his arms to his chest and tilting his head to see my face. “I wonder how you will wipe that sauce without touching Sky?” I peeked at Finn and rolled my eyes, taking the plates from the table and facing Sky again. I 

touched

is really annoying,” I hissed, forgetting my daughters had something to

his hand, wiping his mouth with the

still there,” I puckered, pointing at the sauce he

face to tease me, but I guess I startled him when I raised my head. Wanting to annoy Finn, I licked the sauce on

my back on him, puffing out air as I walked toward the dining room. I was sure I heard Finn groaning as Sky laughed at him. I wished not to return to the kitchen anymore,

birth to many puppies. Can we have one?” Leyanne said

of dog?” I looked at

Finn answered.

took a deep breath, thinking if Mrs. Salvacion would mind us bringing a puppy home. I smiled at her. “I‘ll ask first if it‘s okay

has a dog, and Aunt Anya has a cat – ” “And mom has a...?” Finn cut Leyanne.

giggled. “Three monkeys. It‘s what Aunt Anya said,” she said, and the three laughed

were gone in the kitchen, I turned to Finn, glaring at him.

that the glass of orange juice he was supposed to ask me to

to ask if the orange juice

to him. “I hope you don‘t mind me borrowing your shirt. I‘ll just wash this later,” I said as I remembered seeing the laundry area a while ago. “Sure,” He placed took the large plate with spaghetti. “I‘ll just put this on the dining table,” he said, walking ahead of me. I followed him, bringing the pitcher of juice, and

said, picking up the gray color shirt, but as I was about to take it, I noticed the familiar unopened paper bags at the bottom of the cabinet. My eyebrows

forehead creased, unsure if he should be sharing it with me or not that it sounded more like a question. He smirked, probably not at me but at

It was meant to be a joke, but he only scoffed at me. “I‘m sorry,” I lowered my eyes

chuckled, and when I cleared my throat for him to leave, he smiled apologetically. “Of

them but I could not help asking myself why he had to keep them. Sighing, I focused on unbuttoning my blouse but hissed, realizing that even my bra got wet from the juice. I could not walk around without my underwear because they might think I was giving them a hint that I