Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 5

(Sky’s POV)

Leo and Jake must be kidding me bringing a kid to a party. The freckles or maybe red spots on her face could not hide the fact that she looked minor and had not been to this kind of party. I could not help myself feeling angry at Jake because she looked drunk already with a glass of appletini in her hand.

“Are you kidding me, Jake? Why did you bring-” Before I could add ‘a minor’ to my words, she advanced toward me, pouring liquid onto my lap. I growled, screaming at her. “Are you crazy?” I said angrily, grabbing her arm and dragging her to the room.

I banged the door, but I didn’t feel guilty when her body jerked, startled by what I did. I walked past her and went straight to the bathroom, taking a towel to dry my pants. My head peeked at the ajar door to see her, and I was right that she was trying to open the door.

She could be fifteen or sixteen, but thinking about it, I must have just overreacted because Jake would never do such a thing. He knew that the fraternity had a rule of not bringing minors in this kind of party as we avoid problems of legalities. Still, I could not help myself from protecting her. She might be ugly, but she seems innocent enough to excite any man in this place, especially if they never want to be attached in a relationship with her.

“Stop wasting your energy on that. They already locked it outside,” I went out of the bathroom, hissing at her annoyingly while drying the fly to the crotch point of my pants.

“What? Why? What did I do to you?” Despite looking drunk, her eyes brimmed with tears as if afraid of what I might do to her.

“Nothing. They must be pissed at me, bringing me an ugly offering,” I lied, hissing to show her my disappointment.

With the red spots on her face, she looked like a red-spotted trapeze crab, but despite that, there was something in her eyes that aroused my curiosity in her, saving her from my cousin and friends. Her hair was pulled into a clean ponytail, showing her heart-shaped face, pointed nose, and sensual lips. If anyone could erase her red spots, she could be the most beautiful girl in this place.

“What? Would you care to explain? What am I supposed to do?” She asked, looking like she was about to cry.

“As an offering, you’re supposed to please me tonight!” I answered, shocking her. I scoffed, thinking I was right that she had no idea why she was here.

“What am I? A flower?” she said angrily, walking toward the window and peeking outside.

“Don’t worry, I’m not in the mood for any offering tonight,” I assured her as I lay my back on the bed. My eyes pinned on the ceiling, only listening to her as she paced the room, then she walked toward me, extending her hand.

“Let me use your phone,” she said. My eyes squinted, trying to remember where I heard her voice. “I don’t want my cousin to worry,” she whimpered as she waited for me to give her my phone.

“I left my phone on the couch,” It was the truth. “I dropped it when an ugly, red-spotted trapeze crab poured drinks to me,” I told her, closing my eyes.

“You will just lie there and won’t do anything?” Her voice was panicking, but I ignored her. She grabbed the hem of my sleeve. “You have to help me escape here. Please.”

Annoyed at her, I opened my eyes and brushed her hand off the sleeve of my shirt. “I’m tired, okay? Do whatever you want to do. Just stop bothering me.” I closed my eyes again, hoping to get a nap even for an hour.

She released me and went back to the window, but I couldn’t get even a five-minute nap because I could hear her pacing around the room, opening the closet, bathroom door, and window. Curious, I opened my eyes to see what she was doing.

“Woah! What are you going to do? Are you nuts?” I got up immediately, dashing toward her as she opened the window. I grabbed her arm before she could do something crazy, jumping out the window. I gripped her upper arm hard to make sure she won’t fall.

“Yes, I’m nuts,” she snarled at me. “Don’t worry, Mr. Whoever-You-Are, it’s not even high.”

My eyebrows raise, wanting to shake her from the truth that we are fourteen feet away from the ground. “You really want to go?” I asked curiously, but I could not help worrying. If I was right that she was a minor, then she was my responsibility.

She nodded. “If you ask them to open the door, will they open it?” Her round brown eyes were hopeful.

“I already told you, they won’t,” I lied again. At this point, I was being selfish, thinking I could have a break from all these exhausting events in my life. A key is actually hidden under the bed, just in case an emergency breaks out.

She took a deep breath, her eyes squinting as if still thinking of her way out.

“How do you intend to escape from this room?” I asked curiously, releasing her and crossing my arms on my chest.

“Come on, this place is built for elite people,” she said, causing me to raise my eyebrows. “Fire exit, duh?” She puckered her lips, pointing to the emergency exit door. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

My forehead creases, not realizing there is one because no woman ever wants to escape from this room, especially if she is with me. I sighed, feeling idiot in front of this teenager. “Where would you go?”

“To get another appletini,” she grinned at me and then licked her lips.

It must be the alcohol, but I swear she looks cute, and the way she licks her lips makes me want to kiss her. I heaved a deep sigh, concluding I was drunk after a glass of vodka.

“How old are you?” I asked curiously because the way she grinned at me, she looked slightly older than Olivia, but her height could say she was almost the same age as Finn.

“Eighteen,” She answered immediately, but she seemed not used to telling lies because I could tell she was not telling the truth.

“Eighteen?” I repeated, walking closer to her. “You want to escape her for a glass of appletini?”

“Yup!” She answered, closing her eyes as she swayed her body to the music we could still hear downstairs.

“I’m coming with you. Wait for me,” I said, turning my back on her. I might as well make a crazy decision for the first time. I walked to the cabinet, taking two glasses and a bottle of vodka. “We’re not staying here.”

“Huh?” She turned her head to me before getting out of the window. “I need to find Anya.”

Whoever Anya is, she will not be able to find her here without going through the crowded dance floor.

“Just call her later. I’ll let you use my phone. I still have one in the car,” I told her, placing the vodka bottle and glasses on the table to help her get on the window. The corners of my mouth lifted, hearing her gasp when my hands touched her hips.

She was already sitting on the window stool when she turned her head to me. “You have big hands,” she chuckled.

I moved my head closer to her ears. “Yes,” I whispered, hating the feeling, but I could not help myself from taunting her and thinking of many things to do to her. “My big hands can do many things to you if we don’t go now.”

She smiled, moving her head to my ears, and whispered, “Then, let’s just stay.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, sliding my hands under her shirt and touching her waist. Her lips parted to suck for air.

She placed her soft lips on my ears. “Let’s do something crazy.”

She didn’t need to suggest it because I was getting crazy over her already, holding her hips again to pull her inside the room again.