Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 29

Chapter 29 – Birthday Gift (Anj‘s POV) Monday blues. I never thought I would experience a lack of passion for going to school. Anya always teased me that I was the only one excited to go to school and work, not understanding the feeling of Monday blues. Not today, though. When I woke up, I didn‘t realize I would feel sad not feeling the soft sheets of the bed, not inhaling the intoxicating scent of Sky beside me, and not waking up naked beside him. I heaved a deep sigh, letting my eyes wander sadly in the recreation park of the university as I flipped the pages of my book, hoping to review for our exam later. Anya and Dylan said I already memorized the content of the book, so why review to get a passing score in the exam? I sighed again, seeing Sky‘s face in the pages instead of words. My body jolted when someone hit me in the arm. “Ouch! Aw...” My lips quivered as I massaged my arm and glared at Anya. “What did I do to you?” “You almost killed me with worry. I didn‘t enjoy the party because of you, and this man here warned me that if you didn‘t come back in one piece, he would kill me twice,” she snarled, sitting beside me on the bench.

I tilted my head to smile at Dylan, but he didn‘t smile back. He narrowed his eyes as he looked

at me.

“You are scaring me, Dylan,” I said, blinking my eyes at him. He sighed and crossed his arms on his chest. “I came back in one piece, Dylan,” I smiled but groaned when Anya held my face and turned to her. “Argh! Careful with the head.”

She put my pin in my hair. “Sister Grace told me to put this on your hair. I really don‘t know why you want your crowning glory to be long, but you don‘t tie it,” she hissed. “If I get my chance, I‘ll cut it so you will lose your strength.” “My, my, Delilah, go easy on her. If you cut her hair, she‘ll lose her brain,” Dylan chuckled, taking his cell phone and reading a message. “I‘ll see you after class.” I pouted and batted my eyelashes at him. “You‘re not attending microeconomics class?” I asked.

He caressed my cheeks, causing me to blush. “I have a more important thing to do than listen to Mr. Phil.”

“We have an exam, remember?” I reminded him.

“Exempted, remember?” He winked at me, making me laugh.

I wrinkled my nose and pursed my lips. “I always get a perfect score, yet he wanted me to take

the exam. That‘s kind of unfair, right?”

My heart stopped when he leaned his head closer to my face. “He‘s waiting for you to make a mistake, Angela.” I swallowed hard. “I guess so,” I breathed out, forcing a smile and lowering my head, pretending to get my bag and book. He straightened up and turned to Anya. “See you later. Wish me luck.” She smirked, only nodded at him as she rose to her feet and anchored her forearm to mine. When we were in the hallway, Anya breathed out.

“I‘m nervous, Anj. I think Dylan will propose to you today,” she chuckled nervously. “You‘re just imagining things,” I smirked, but my heart was hammering inside me, unsure of what to do if Dylan would tell me his feelings. Just before the weekend, I knew I had a huge crush on him, but my marriage with Sky Mars was a bolt from the blue, something genuinely unexpected that changed my life forever.

I sat in my usual chair and took the exam longer than before because Sky kept crawling into my brain cells. I frowned, causing Anya to glance at me, and her eyebrows raised, asking me in silence what was the matter. I rose to my feet, gave the paper to Mr. Phil, and returned to my seat, sighing again as I gazed outside the window. Maybe I was too distracted that I could see Sky walking in the middle of the soccer field. I wanted to cry because I kept thinking about him and seeing him in other people‘s faces. I did not even notice others were leaving the classroom after submitting their exam paper to our professor. “Let‘s go,” Anya said, smiling at me. I nodded, following her but halted when Mr. Phil called me. “Are you okay?” He asked me. “You seemed distracted,” he said, showing me the scrolled paper. “Did she fail the exam?” Anya‘s eyes went round, looking at the paper. Before I could take it, Anya pulled the rolled paper from Mr. Phil‘s hand and opened it. She rolled her eyes at him. “I thought she failed.” She turned to me. “I agree. You’re distracted, girl!” She said, giving me the paper.

One mistake.

“Figures. One mistake and everything in my life changed,” I whispered and returned the paper to him. “I‘ll study hard next time, Mr. Phil.” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Anya released a laugh when we were outside the classroom. “You‘re being too hard on yourself, Anj.” I chuckled but raised my eyebrows when I noticed the cake box she was holding. “Oh, you have a cake.”

“Let‘s go to the lounge,” Anya shrieked in excitement. “Dylan told me that you‘ll open this after the exam. I guess this is it.” She took my book and gave me the box. “I hope not,” I bit my lower lip as we walked toward the empty student lounge. I must be crazy, imagining Sky walking toward us, hearing his voice, and seeing him smile. My eyes

widened when I recognized the young woman with her.

Jackie.

She waved at Anya as if they were friends. My hands trembled, and I glanced sideways, hoping to escape, but I knew Anya would catch me immediately if I ran away. I opened the lid of the cake box, closed my eyes, and put my face on the sweet, chocolate–flavored icing of the cake. I tried to walk in a different direction, but I tripped. I pressed my lips tighter, suppressing a scream as I waited for me to fall flat on the floor, but it did not happen.

Familiar arms caught me before I got hurt. What on earth is Sky doing here at the university? He should be working in his office and making himself wealthier. “Are you okay?” Sky asked worriedly. I nodded, lowering my head. “Oh my,” Anya said worriedly, finding a tissue in her bag, but Sky had already handed me his handkerchief. “Thank you,” she said, taking the cake box from me and looking at me as I wiped my eyelids with his handkerchief. When I was done, I balled my hand into a fist and rubbed it around my

chest as I apologized to him. “Oh!” Jackie exclaimed. “Deaf or mute?” She asked, also saying it as she moved her hands. I nodded at her and ignored Anya raising her eyebrows at me.

I lifted my hand, extended my middle finger forward, and touched my chin and then my chest. “What did she say?” Sky asked Jackie, looking amused at her that she could understand me.

“I‘m not really good at this,” she chuckled, looking at me with excitement. “But I think it‘s her birthday today.” She smiled at him and gazed at the wasted icing on my face.

“Ah!” He smiled, walking toward me, but I stepped backward, causing me to fall, but again he caught me again, helping me to stand on my own. “You‘re scaring the angel, Sky,” Jackie laughed. “You should give her a gift,” she said, winking at me. “He‘s here to meet the scholars and hoping to grant a scholarship for those who want to earn a master‘s degree in Economics,” She explained to us as if I was interested to know. All I wanted now was to escape from this place, away from Sky. “Tell me, what do you want?” He asked, his hands still in my arms. I swallowed hard and stared at his lips. I took a deep breath as I extended my fingers, held them together, and touched my lips. After that, I pointed to my cheekbone. “Oh!” Jackie and Anya had the same surprised reaction, not expecting me to ask for a kiss. “And what is that?” He said amusingly, glancing at Jackie. She leaned her head toward him and covered her mouth with her palm as she whispered. “She is asking for a kiss.”

Sky squinted his eyes as he looked blankly at nowhere, then he nodded, gliding his hand on my back while his other hand lifted my chin. “A kiss... A kiss from an elite. A kiss from the Mighty Sky,” he whispered as he brushed his lips to mine.