Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 6 – The Great Escape

(Sky‘s POV)

Tempting...

My hands which grip her hips, want to pull her inside the room again, but when my lips touch her nape,

her baby sweet scent woke me up. If I were right that she lied to me about her age, I would be in big

trouble.

“How about we get out of here together, get that appletini you want, and call whoever Anya is?” I placed

my hand on her head to protect her from the window frame.

She squinted her eyes for a brief second and then smiled, nodding as she agreed with me, jumping at

the short distance from the window stool to the landing area of the staircase. I took the bottle of liquor

and glasses.

“Hold this,” I said, and she took it, opening the lid and smelling the alcohol. Before I could stop her, she

drank from the bottle. I had to snatch it away from her before she could finish the whole content.

“This taste better,” she giggled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Move,” It was an order. Her slow steps were making quiet thuds as she went down. I followed her,

carefully climbing down the emergency staircase. “Are you okay?” I asked her as we

reached the ground.

“Yeah,” she answered, turning around and walking toward the party, but I grabbed her sleeve. “We‘re not

going back in there. Let‘s go to my car,” I said, letting her go when she did not resist. From my peripheral

view, I could see her nose wrinkling. “Why are you doing that?”

“You smell like heaven,” she said, sticking her tongue out and laughing at me.

I chuckled. “Heaven, huh? What smell is that?” I asked, giving her the empty glass.

She did not answer me. Instead, she smiled sheepishly at me, shaking her head, so I did not bother

asking her again.

We found Frank sitting on a bench near the lamppost, reading a book. He panicked when he saw me

and opened the door quietly. I caught him glancing at the girl with me, but as usual, he did not say

anything

“Get inside,” It was more like an order, yet whatever her name did not mind at all. She gets in the car,

biting the lip of the glass she is holding. “Stop that,” I said, taking the glass tumbler from her, but she only

grinned at me. She must be really drunk, and it was a surprise that she was not throwing up like the

other first–timers.

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Frank closed the door as I settled inside, and when he sat in the driver‘s seat, he looked back, smiling

shyly at me. “Where to, Sky?”

“To the ends of the world,” She answered, startling me as she pulled the end tip of my belt. She giggled

as she leaned toward me. “Your seatbelt is broken,” she whispered so close to my nose that I could smell

the vodka from her mouth.

“That‘s not the seatbelt you‘re pulling, pumpkin. It‘s my belt,” I chuckled, shaking my head.” Here, hold these glasses. Don‘t bite it.”

She nodded, holding the glass, but she still had her smile curved on her lips, her eyes half closing.

“Aren‘t we going to get appletini?” she asked as she leaned her back against the backrest of the car

seat. “No. I‘m taking you home. You‘re drunk, and I don‘t want to be responsible for you if something

happens to you. Where do you live?” She heaved a sigh, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Secret.”

“There‘s no such place, pumpkin,” I tilted my head, gazing at her beautiful face. Where did the dots go?

“Where do I live?” She blinked her eyes, making them bigger. “Heaven… Get me to heaven.” I could see

Frank pressing his lips to suppress a peal of laughter, but he did not dare say anything Heaven? Which

kind of heaven? If only I knew how old she was, I could bring her to the seventh heaven, but if she was

kind of suicidal, I wish to tell her I don‘t want to die yet.

“Frank, let‘s stop at the nearest café. This girl needs coffee.”

Frank nodded, looking briefly at us before starting the car. This time, he could not stop chuckling softly as

this strange–looking girl kept sniffing me like a dog. She rested her chin on my shoulder, so close that if I

turned my head to her, I might kiss her lips.

She snuggled closer to me, causing me to close my eyes, inhaling her sweet scent, leaving me

wondering what cologne or perfume she used. Despite my control, I tilted my head and hovered my

lips to hers, so close that I wanted to mold my mouth to hers. I took a deep breath, leaned my back to the

car‘s backrest, and closed my eyes, ignoring that her head was resting on my shoulder. I have a high

tolerance for alcohol, but I guess today, the alcohol spirit has affected me much because she was

becoming beautiful in my eyes. My eyes were not closed for a minute when she sat upright, gasped,

and tugged me in the arm. “Woah! Is that...? Stop the car, Frank.” “Huh? Sky?” He panicked when she

reached for his shoulder. “Stop the car!” she cried. “Please...” My good driver slowed down and

stopped the car on the side of the road. “Heaven!” Like a child, she giggled, shocking me when she

unfastened her seatbelt in a hurry, opened the door, and giggled as she ran away from the vehicle.

“What the f...” My voice trailed off as my heart hammered in my chest, my eyes following where she ran to.