SWNOVELS Chapter 30
Chapter 30 – The Stolen Heart (Anj‘s POV)
My heart was erratically beating inside my chest, wanting to jump out of my body as I felt Sky‘s soft lips in my mouth. It must be
the icing because Sky licked my bottom lip, sucking and playfully nibbling my lips while enjoying the sweetness of the chocolate
in my mouth.
My eyes closed as I parted my lips, moaning and welcoming his tongue and letting him explore my mouth before we let our
tongues dance. He must have felt I wanted more because he pulled me closer to him as he deepened the kiss.
“Woah! That was hot, Sky,” Jackie exclaimed, bringing us back to reality, making Sky move slightly away from me. I wriggled my
body to escape from him, and I was glad he released me after helping me stand. If my face was not covered with icing, Sky
could not see my face flushing red, and that would be embarrassing. His phone rang, but before he took it out of his pocket, he
licked my fingers with chocolate after holding my chin.
“I love the flavor,” he smiled. “This reminded me of someone,” he winked at me before sliding the screen to answer the call.
“Frank,” He turned his back on us.
“I wish it‘s my birthday, too,” Jackie laughed, looking at Anya. “Mom told me to say thank you for the flowers. She‘ll be visiting the
nursing home soon.” She waved her two hands before turning her back to follow Sky walking out of the lounge. “What was that?”
Anya asked, giving me the box to wipe the icing on my face. “What was what?” I pretended not to know. She hit my arm. “What‘s
with the sign language, wasting the cake and the... kiss!” She breathed out. “I agree with Jackie. It was hot. I felt like I wet my
panty.” “Who was that?” I opened the lid and fixed my eyes on the cake. Whatever the message was written on it, only the divine
agency above would know. “You asked him to kiss you, yet you don‘t know him?” She hissed, smacking me again on my arm.
“Ouch!” I cried. “I was hoping for a kiss on the cheek. Who would know he would take his chance in French kissing me?” “Woah!
I should have taken a picture of you kissing sky. Dylan would go ballistic,” she laughed, glancing at the cake box. “I think it‘s
better if you wash your face, or you don‘t want to wash Sky‘s touch?” she teased me. I only chuckled at her, wishing to tell her
that no matter what I would do, I could never wash the memory of his touch.
“I‘d better wash my face before people start licking my face,” I turned my back on her, walking toward the restroom, but before
we could turn to the women‘s restroom, Dylan came out of the men‘s restroom.
He blinked his eyes, wanting to laugh but pressed his lips to suppress himself from bursting a
poil of laughter
“What happened to you” lle looked at the cake box I was holding, “Any.1, lasked her to read the message on the cake, not to put
her entire face on it. What happened?”
“I tripped,” I answered briefly, not giving Anya a chance to talk. “What‘s the message in the cake anyway?” I twitched my lips as I
waited, remembering how he wanted me to know the message. It could be the feelings revelation‘ that Anya and I were
expecting
His eyes squinted like weighing if it was okay to tell me or not, but he shook his head. “Uhm... Happy birthday?”
“Very sweet,” I chuckled nervously, but Anya rolled her eyes at him. “I‘m sorry about the cake, Dylan, but I love it.”
“I know because it‘s chocolate, your favorite flavor,” he reminded me,
“Yeah,” I nodded and breathed out nervously. “Let‘s go to work,” I said.
Dylan took the cake box from me, “Work starts at three. Ms. Chloe asked us to attend the program in the auditorium.”
1 sneered, hating that Ms. Chloe would always ask the scholars to attend university events, thinking we would benefit from it.
“I‘d rather go to the nursing home,” I uttered, walking toward the restroom to wash my face. I heard Dylan asking Anya what
exactly happened, but she only told me I tripped and ended there.
“Excuse me,” Dylan said as we walked toward the center of the seats in the auditorium. He held my hand as if I were a child who
might get lost inside a big theater. When we reached the three vacant seats, we sat quietly with Dylan in our midst. “What‘s this
about?” I whispered although I could see the Career Planning title on the wall.
“It‘s when you plan your career after graduation,” Anya grinned at me, explaining briefly what was obvious.
Dylan chuckled softly, holding our hands like Anya and I would run away from him.
“Quiet you two. It‘s about to start.” Hushing us. “We‘re not watching a movie, you know,” Anya rolled her eyes as she reminded
him, but he didn‘t argue with her.
Career planning... I have seen how this kind of fair helps the graduating students in their career path because, after the talk,
recruiters from various companies will accommodate interested applicants wanting to join their company in the future.
Although this is exciting, the three of us had already decided that instead of becoming employees, we would be start up
entrepreneurs. Partners. Anya and I have dreamed of owning our school since we were young, and as for Dylan, he just wanted
to join the bandwagon.
I leaned my head on Dylan‘s shoulder, already falling asleep after two guest speakers talked about career puides, whicn the host
called the next and last speaker. I closed my eyes, not
wanting to listen anymore as half of my consciousness was floating in the dreamworld already. I could hear the speaker was an
alumnus, someone incredible... gorgeous. Sky...
“Hmm!” I opened my eyes, blinking as the host called Sky Mars.
He walked to the podium, looking very handsome in a business suit
“He‘s so gorgeous,” A student beside me giggled, secretly taking a picture of Sky. There were some noises in the audience, but
Sky only smiled, his soft lips showing a beautiful smile,
Dylan glances at me as I sit upright.
Sky Mars did not talk about the career path of employment. Instead, he introduced the new program in their company, supporting
small businesses and people wanting to become entrepreneurs. He also invited students who are interested in pursuing a higher
degree in their studies after graduation,
Their program sounds good, but I was not listening I was only looking at the most handsome man who stole my heart, not
knowing he had it. When he finished his talk, the host invited students to go in front of the microphone if they had any questions,
One female student, an elite I recognized at the party, walked toward the microphone as if she were walking on a runway. “Hi,
Sky!” She smiled, tucking her hair behind her cars and batting her eyelashes before saying her name. “I‘m Isabelle, and I have a
question.”
“If she‘s just asking him a date, she should have waited until the event is over,” hissed Anya, glancing annoyingly at Isabelle.
“What‘s your question, Isabelle?” he asked.
I could not help myself from sneering when he smiled at her, wanting to pull her hair for flirting with Sky. “Are you single?” She
asked, causing a roar of laughter in the auditorium but a disappointing sigh and sullen looks from the professors and guidance
counselors.
Sky chuckled.
“What?” Isabelle glanced at the audience. “There were rumors you got married because they saw you wearing a wedding ring.”
Instead of answering, Sky showed his hands without any ring except for one big ring that Steve Mars was also wearing.
“That‘s a relief because I want to date you,” she laughed. “But here‘s my question.” Isabelle shared her question about the
program, and he answered her, explaining how it could help the community.
Another female student approached the microphone, and when I peeked who it was, I recognized Sheila, the president of the
scholars‘ group. “I‘m Sheila,” She introduced herself. “I‘m interested in the scholarship you‘re offering, Mr. Mars.”
Sky nodded, explaining again how anyone could avail of it. “Do you have other questions?” “Tract want to bear come advice from
you. Mr. Mars.” When he nodded, she continued, “You‘re
the Mighty Sky, trained and honed by your father at an early age. I wonder if life has ever taken you by surprise. How did you
deal with it?” “If finding a beautiful woman inside my big closet counted, then I would say yes,” Everyone laughed, even the
professors, except for me. “What did you do?” Someone shouted from the crowd, making everyone laugh again. Even I
chuckled, but tears welled in my eyes, remembering that moment.
“Of course, I dove inside the closet with her,” he joked, then smiled at the crowd. “Life is full of surprises, but whether good or
bad, remember there‘s always an emergency door if we want to breathe, not exactly to escape but to find an opportunity.”
“You sounded sad, Mr. Mars. Did someone break your heart?” Sheila asked, only wanting to add humor, but he chuckled softly.
“Unfortunately, yes. Someone stole my heart, but she didn‘t know she had it.”