| Soap Sins December 9, 2012 CHAPTER 51 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! THE LITTLEST SANTA Previously on SOAP SINS - Chip the producer pulled Dragos aside and announced that the time had come to renegotiate his soap contract ... . The story now continues ... - Nick the prime time husband had gotten his memory back and Dakota threw a party to celebrate. Naturally all bunnies - like the one who had dropped the bottle on his head and caused his temporary amnesia - were banned from the premises. It had been a cloudy week in L.A. but you would never know it looking at all the tans in attendance. One guest, however, had applied his spray tan rather unevenly and it was the focal point of the evening. Only after he had left, of course. - Chip told Dakota it was great she had thrown the party to celebrate what the lab tests had recently confirmed - that she and Dragos the up and coming soap star were brother and sister. - Dakota explained the party was about Nick but it was too late. Chip had already started to raise his champagne glass and proposed another toast - to her sibling who was from the vampiric side of the family. Before he took his leave, he promised to send her the newly updated script the next morning. She was looking forward to it. She loved her work, from the cat fights to the power plays, exciting outfits - and the stuff on the show wasn't too dull either. - The following morning, Nick was grumbling about his latest copy of Variety getting lost in the mail as he plopped down on the living room sofa with his favorite coffee mug. - Dakota sat next to him with a sigh and noted at least his gold trimmed slippers matcher the color of her satin robe. There was nothing worse than a mismatched couple. - The doorbell rang and she stood up. "That must be the script." - Nick went ahead, just so the delivery man wouldn't catch a glimpse of his hot wife. He opened the door and blinked. "There's no one here." - "Look down," whispered Dakota from behind. - He did and squinted at the boy who was wearing a red Santa hat, clutching a small suitcase. He couldn't have been more than four feet tall. He peered up at Nick and then walked right past him, into the foyer. Dakota stared at him. He stared right back. - "Son, you're either the new paperboy or you're lost," drawled Nick. - He shook his head. "There is no doubt in my mind that I have the right address." He removed the hat and sighed he hadn't realized it was still on his head. "I came from a party far away, where I played Santa." - Nick frowned. "Then you're a midget?" - The boy placed his suitcase down on the marble floor. "I am actually ten years old. The name is Christopher Kent Clayburn the Third." - Dakota gasped and placed her hand to her mouth. - Nick noted he had the same name as a U.S. senator. - "That is because I am his son." - "You are a long way from home," Nick pointed out. "We ought to call ..." - "No one," he stated matter-of-factly. "You see, I've run away as my father and his wife became insufferably dull. I also stumbled upon an old letter in the attic of our New England house, and it led me to this address. I shall not be returning to the prep school. I have decided to move in with you." He now extended a hand to Dakota Diamonelle, soap star, and grinned a toothy grin. "Hello, mother!" |
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