Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 92

Chapter 92 – One Secret, One Truth (Anj‘s POV) “You and the kids, what were you talking about before their party?” I could not help asking him. They looked serious at the swing this afternoon, and my instinct told me I was part of their whispering and chatting. He shrugged. “Just sharing our secrets.” He raised his eyebrows at me, and his lips curved a wicked smile as if he expected I would be curious about their topic.

“What secret?” My eyes widened as I waited, hoping he would share it with me. They are my kids, and I deserve to know about them.

“Geez! Angela, have you heard him? Secrets…. not meant to be shared without your kids‘ permission,” Anya clucked her tongue and shook her head. She clapped her hands. “You used to do that, talking to Uncle Jesse.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Anya, you know it‘s called confession, right?”

She ignored me. “Okay, listen, people. I have thought of one, and we call this getting to know each other.” Dylan moved slightly away from her, furrowed his forehead, and laughed. She hit him in the arm and scoffed at him.

“This is an adult game,” she laughed at her words. “I was just kidding, but this game is called One Shot, One Secret, One Truth.”

“I don‘t like this game,” I shook my head and stood up, but Sky grabbed my wrist and pulled me down gently. I did not fight him and sat again.

“You haven‘t heard it yet,” Anya uttered. “We will have one shot, then we have to tell one secret, one truth, or any order we like, but the rule is ‘NO‘ follow–up questions. Fair enough?”

“Fair enough,” Sky agreed and chuckled at her. “I guess by the time we finished this bottle; we would probably forget everything by tomorrow.” He turned to me. “Because Anya said you drank the whole

bottle of Vodka last night, you go first.” My eyebrows drew together. “How did you know I drank Vodka last night?” I asked suspiciously. He scoffed. “One bottle of Vodka was missing from the display, pumpkin.” My mouth breathed a sigh of relief, taking the shot glass and looking at Sky nervously as he filled it with the liquor. I first licked the salt off my hand, took the shot, and then sucked on a wedge of lime. “Woah!” Anya was quiet for a while before she guffawed. “Where did you learn to do that? I never saw you drink.”

I sneered at her. “I got pregnant, remember, because of this stupid alcohol,” I sighed when Sky chuckled. “I almost named my daughters Appletini, Tequila, and Martini.” I hissed at her.

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She raised her hands. “So, I guess that‘s it. Your turn, Mighty Sky.”

He took the shot. “I‘ll be your pilot when we go home tomorrow.”

“What?” My eyes widened, horrified that he would be flying the plane. “Do you even know how to fly it?”

His right eyebrow shot up. “Sorry, no follow–up questions, right?” He reminded me, then turned to them. “I‘m a licensed pilot.”

“Sexy,” Anya uttered, giving him a come–hither look and biting her bottom lick, but when Dylan hissed, she blinked and laughed. “Just kidding. Your turn, handsome.”

Dylan shot the tequila. “I‘m in love with Angela and glad I came here.” He passed the shot glass to Anya without breaking his gaze at me.

Anya took her turn. “I was really happy you came back to us, Anj. I envy you,” she said the last three words faintly. I was about to open my mouth, but she raised her index finger. “No follow –up questions.”

“This is crazy,” I muttered as I took the shot. I breathed out as I thought of one truth and secret, something I never wanted to share with anyone, but Anya and Dylan would know it eventually, so I decided just to share it with everyone. “The truth, I delivered four babies, but my boy, Cloud, didn‘t make it,” I puffed out air. “I‘m sorry,” I whispered as I avoided looking at Sky when I gave him the shot glass. “No follow–up questions, please.” There were a few minutes of silence, and when Sky took two shots, I knew he felt my pain.

“I‘m shocked. I always wanted to have a boy,” he said in a hushed tone and then gave the shot glass to Dylan. Like Sky, he took his turn. “This is a crazy game.” He took another shot and breathed out. “I brought a new house already, hoping to leave next week.” Anya raised her eyebrows at him. “What? When are you going to tell us? The day before you leave?” She growled at him.

“No follow–up questions, remember?” Dylan poked her in her forehead.

She sneered at him, snatching the shot glass, and like the guys, she took two shots. “Whew!” She shook her head. “I‘m drunk!” She smiled. “I‘m disappointed in you.” She punched Dylan in the arm. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“That seemed not to be a secret,” he laughed. “I hate you!” She hissed at him, but he only pulled her to him, imprisoning Anya in his arms. Sky moved his head toward me. “Are they always like that?” he whispered. I took the shot glass from Anya and nodded at Sky. “I‘m afraid she‘s drunk already,” I uttered in a low voice as he filled my glass with my drinks. I sipped the drink and cleared my throat.“ My truth and a secret. I fell in love with Sky the first time I saw him.” “And when was this?” Sky asked curiously, but Anya guffawed.

“No follow–up questions, Sky,” she reminded him while swaying to the music.

He took a shot. “I‘m in love with Lalaine, but I think I love someone else.” When I looked at him, he smiled. “No follow–up questions.” “I fell in love with Angela, but before I met her, I got a crush on you,” Dylan said to Anya after taking his shot of Tequila. My cousin stopped swaying and humming. “What did you say? Are you trying to make fun of

me?”

He rolled his eyes at her. “No follow–up questions,” He mouthed at her.

Already drunk but dared to take another shot, Anya hiccupped before saying her secret. “I‘m in love with Dylan, but I can‘t. He loved someone else,” she hiccupped again. “No follow–up questions.” She turned to Dylan, who stopped laughing. “Forget I said that, okay?” “I knew it,” I whispered as I shook my head and took a shot of the alcohol. “Another round of this, either we‘re all crawl toward the house, or we‘ll all be having sex somewhere.” “I love that,” Sky laughed. Before Sky could take his turn, Anya rose to her feet. “I wanna pee.” She tapped Dylan‘s shoulder. “Bring me to the restroom.” “I‘ll bring her,” I told Dylan, but he shook his head. “It‘s alright, Angela. Living with your cousin for five years, I‘ve been doing this, the task of a responsible adult whenever she‘s drunk. It‘s a miracle she‘s not vomiting yet,” He stood up and put his arm around her waist.

“That‘s why I love this man, Anj, but shhh...it‘s our secret, okay?” She was almost half–asleep as she walked with him. We watched Dylan and Anya walk toward the villa, and when they were out of our sight, Sky

grinned at me. “I‘m never playing this game again.” I raised my eyebrows up and down, agreeing with him, and chuckled. “Don‘t worry, Anya won‘t remember a thing tomorrow.”

“Shall we continue the game while we wait for them?” He asked me. He sipped the drinks from the glass. “I‘m afraid not to see you again, Anj. I‘m falling for you and the girls.” He poured my glass. “I‘m afraid not to see you again, too, Sky. You‘re driving me crazy,” I said after drinking

“I guess we‘re drunk.” He smiled, shaking his head but pouring the glass again. He sipped it and met my eyes. “Would you love to swim with me, Angela? Or are you afraid to swim with me?”

I shook my head as I turned my eyes to the beach and smiled. “No. I know you got me, Sky. You always do.”