Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 54 - A Good Excuse (Anj‘'s POV) “Explain yourself!” Anya pulledto their private office, leaving Sky in the visitors’ lounge just outside their office, and closed the door behind her. Dylan was sitting on the swivel chair, givinga sullen look every tour eyes met. “Shhh!” | hushed her, afraid that the triplets would hear us. “I didnt have a choice yesterday. | had to ask him, but I didn‘t expect hell ctoday.” Anya pulled a face, crossing her arms in her chest. “Are you telling us he’s not the dad?” | turned my back on her before she could see the looks on my face. She knewvery well and knowing whether | was lying or not was one of the things she was an expert at. | made myself busy by making Sky a coffee. “Yet you allowed him to kiss you,” Dylan growled at me. “As if she has a choice,” Anya giggled. “You look ready to pounce at Sky anytime. Let's just look at the bright side, though. The tough moment of Angela Perry‘s life is over, and she could probably just kill the daddy in their lives.” I turned my head at Anya, nodding in agreement and smiling with the hope | would have the courage to bring that news to them. | haven't told them yet about the birthday plans my girls made with Sky and what excuses | would make this tso that it would not happen.

“Still going to work?” Anya asked as | walked toward the door. “Yep. | have to pay the hired daddy,” | answered in a low tone, ignored Dylan again, and exited their office.

Sky was sitting in the middle of the couch, with Selene in his arms, sleeping with her head buried in his neck, Leyanne leaning on his arm, and Lyra Helene resting her head on his thigh. “A little help?” He said in a hushed tone, smiling sheepishly atas he asked for help. “Oh!” | exclaimed, putting the cup of coffee on the table, and then calmly got Selene from him and laid her on a vacant couch across from him. | carried Leyanne next and laid her on the half part of the couch where Selene was sleeping. “Let Lyra Helene stay here,” he said when he noticedlooking around where to put her.” God, what are you feeding these children?” he chuckled softly as he stretched his arms.

| smiled sheepishly at him, giving him the coffee. “I can’t thank you enough, sky.” | sat beside him, inhaling his intoxicating scent despite the sweat from playing almost half the day with the children.

“Hmm,” He moaned as he sipped coffee. “How did you do this? This is how | want my coffee, but no one seemed to get the right way of making this.” Elenita taughtwell, | wanted to say, but I could only smile at him. “Sky, about the children’s birthday,” | paused, hating the butterflies in my stomach. “You don‘t have to do it.” “I know,” he said, putting down the cup on the table to brush Lyra Helene's hair. He smiled at me, understanding the situation. “I'll think of an excuse.” | breathed in relief, thanking heaven we were on the sboat about the girls’ birthday.

“A zombie apocalypse, maybe?” he chuckled, causingto bite my lower lip to stop myself from laughing “I have heard that excuse from one of the girls,” | laughed softly, but when I noticed the tfrom my wristwatch, | sighed, hating this day would have to end like this. “I'm meeting Finn at four,” | told him, standing up and walking to his other side to carry Lyra Helene.

“Who takes care of them when you‘re at work or busy?” He watchedcarry my daughter and move to the edge of the sofa when | gestured my hand, asking him to move and placing a throw pillow under her head when he glided to the side.

“Anya,” | whispered when Lyra Helene whimpered. “Or Dylan.” “Dylan...” His voice trailed off, but his eyes remained squinting as he fixed his eyes on me.” And Dylan is?” “A friend,” | answered briefly.

He nodded but still thinking. “Does he know it?” He pressed his lips as he tilted his head to look atwhen | lowered my head, pretending to check on Lyra Helene.

| sighed, remembering his attempt to kiss me. “I hope so. I'm not interested in any guy,“l whispered, hoping only to tell it to myself, but Sky seemed so focused onthat he smirked and leaned his back on the sofa‘s backrest.

“In women, then?” He joked.

“Funny, Sky,” | kissed Lyra Helene on her forehead, then walked toward the sofa across from us, kissing my two daughters. “I have to leave now to catch the bus,” | said as | usually leave my car for Anya to drive if | didn’t make it to school on time. Sky stood up and did the sthing, kissing my girls on their forehead. “I had a great day today, Anj. Thank you.” He raised the egg stuffed toy and walked toward the door, going out of the waiting area.

I returned to the small office and gave the car key to Anya. “I'm heading back to the university,” I said. “Where's the daddy?” Anya stopped typing at her keyboard to take the key fromand raised her head. “Gone,” | answered. “I'll probably be late tonight. I'm sorry, Anya. I'm meeting sstudents about their research paper.” “No worries,” She mouthed, smiling atand waving her fingers backward, telling| could now go. “Where are they?” Dylan rose to his feet and followedto check on them. When he saw they were sleeping on the couch, he nodded. “Don't be that late, Anj. We hate it when we're left alone with the girls, and they start their one million questions. It's Anya‘s makingcrazy.” “One million questions?” | chuckled, nodded, and waved my hand at him as | grabbed my bag filhoun to no I hate missing the bus,” | said and left the room.

A car stopped when | was already walking toward the bus station near the school. The car window opened, and Frank's handsface peeked into the window. “Hop in. Ill bring you to your office,” he smiled at me. When | tried to look at the inside of the car, he shook his head. “He brought a car in going here.” Looking at the time, | grabbed his offer and plopped inside the car when he pushed it open “Thank you,” | fastened the seatbelt and took a deep breath, thinking of the t| saved riding the car.

“You're welcome, Angela,” he said, causingto raise my eyebrows at him.

“What did you call me?” | asked, my eyes narrowed, turning my head to him and holding tight to the webbing strap of the seatbelt as my heart pounded in my chest.