Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 9

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. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

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.

I 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 drown in Sky‘s kisses.

“Angel, are you okay?” The little girl, looking like Sky, 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 it in lier fingers.

I turned to her and smiled nervously. “I need your help,” I said, opening the drawers in his closet room but could not find anything that would help me with my problem. Sky must not

see my face like this. If I need to eat another crab from the kitchen, I would gladly do it.

“Uh–uh,” she nodded.

“Do you 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?“.

She smiled, a relief for me, and I watched her run outside the room. I opened his closet again, pulled out a plain white shirt and boxer shorts, and walked back to his bedroom, looking for my clothes. My forehead knitted, seeing some more feathers on the floor. Where on earth did we go last night?

“Here,” The little girl returned with her art material sets and gave them to me.

“Thanks,” I smiled at her, selecting a red color pen. It must be 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 one as a birthday present.

I selected the red marker and dashed back in front of the mirror.

“What‘s your name?” I asked while I started putting red dots on my face. “Olivia,” she answered as she craned her neck, studying me. “What are you doing?” I smiled, sat down crossed–legged on the floor, and gave the color pen to her. “Can you keep a

secret?”

“Uh–huh,” she answered and met my eyes, waiting for the next words I would tell her. “Sky and I are playing a game. It‘s called...” I breathed out, thinking of a good lie. “Ah... Guess the constellation.” When 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.

She giggled, took the pen from me, and started putting red dots on the tip of the nose, hoping she would not overdo it and not make me look like Rudolph, the Red–Nosed Reindeer.

“I‘m a Capricorn. How about you?” she asked as she concentrated on my forehead.

“Virgo,” I answered briefly, biting my lips.

Olivia stopped and looked at me. She heaved a sigh as if the world had fallen on her. “Sky‘s a Pisces,” She pouted, frowning. “You‘re not a perfect match.”

“I know,” I whispered, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I had to tilt my head sideways so Olivia could put the dot on my right cheek. She was almost done. “Where did you learn that?” I grinned nervously at her, wanting to tell her that she didn‘t need to remind me. Sky and I were never a good match since the first day we met, the day he almost hit me with his car.

“Elenita reads to me a lot about horoscopes,” she said, looking at my face. “Angel, you look like my polka dot dress now,” she giggled, causing me to laugh with her. “Olivia, what are you doing?” Sky‘s voice startled us, causing us to turn our heads to him.

“Adding red dots to her face?” She looked at me, telling me she was on my side. She chuckled when I winked at her.

He groaned, taking the red color pen from her hand and grabbing my arm, not exactly to help me stand, but if I didn‘t rise to my feet, he would probably drag me out of the closet room.

“Follow me,” he growled, not minding if a little girl was hearing his angry voice. She seemed used to it, following us as we walked toward the door, but an older woman stopped Olivia as soon as we were in the hallway. She tugged her to the opposite side of the corridor, whispering to her as if asking her about me. He heaved a deep sigh before opening the door, but I gripped his arm before he could push the door.

“Sky, can I go home after this?” I pursed my lips when he glared at me. “Or can I at least use your phone?”

He did not bother answering me. I was left wondering where the Sky I fell in love with last night. I stopped for a second as I thought of the question if I really fell in love with him or if it was the influence of alcohol spirit making us both insanely into each other. He opened the door wide, and without tugging me, I stepped into the lion‘s den.