| Soap Sins September 17, 2013 CHAPTER 64 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! BEWITCHED! Previously on SOAP SINS - Hollywood mother and son headed for an ice cream parlor, where he had a chocolate fudge soy deluxe and she enjoyed an orange sorbet shake. Christopher went back to the counter to ask for more chocolate sauce. Dakota removed her Australian designer hat and stretched her legs like a feline. It felt like the perfect warm evening sitting outside until ... - The tall, good looking man was grinning as he sauntered toward her. "Long time no see, doll!" - Dakota stared in shock. It was Donny Donald, her leading man who had been shot dead at the Daytime Awards a few weeks earlier! The story now continues ... - He extended a hand. "Steve Steel. Always been a fan." - She shook his hand and noted it was warm, not cold like the hand of a dead man. - "My brother was right. You are even more ravishing in person." - Dakota blinked. "Your brother?" - "Don. I’m surprised you didn't notice the resemblance since we were identical twins." - She half smiled in spite of herself and so did he. Just then her phone beeped and she lifted it off the table to check the incoming message from her prime time husband. Going on a camping trip for rest of the week. Need to meditate. Don't worry, have enough food. Packed plenty of alfalfa sprout sandwiches. - She put the phone down with a sigh. Nick the prime time husband was no longer the fun loving man she had married. It all started when he got hit on the head at the playboy party. He just hadn't been the same since. She removed her sunglasses and stared at the man-god standing before her. He and his chiseled good looks had sauntered into her life just like a dream, and he looked exactly like Donny Donald, the hunky leading man she had had an affair with one fateful day on the beach. Then he had lost his mind and his life but here ... here was his identical twin brother, who was an even better dresser! - "Talk about pouring it on thick!" - They both turned around. - Christopher was spooning the extra chocolate sauce he had gotten on his soy sundae into his mouth with the gusto befitting an 11-year-old. Dakota suggested he get a new napkin so he scurried back to the counter. - Steve Steel's perfect face was still smiling at her. "You've got a great kid." - "Thanks." The soap star opened her red lips to ask about his family status, but before she could get the words out, an image of the two of them on a white rug in front of a hot fireplace flashed before her eyes. It was gone as quickly as it came and she wondered whether it had been her imagination or a bone fide premonition. Her half vampire brother had just recently informed her that their mother was a witch. Maybe premonitions were part of the equation. - "Here's my card, in case you ever need ... anything." - Dakota accepted it with a slim manicured hand and read out loud. "Dr. Steve Steel, cosmetic surgeon." - He flashed a toothy smile and started to walk away, explaining he had an eye lift coming into his office and had to run. "But my office is down the street, in case you ever need ... anything." - Then he was gone. Dakota felt like a teenager as she stuffed the card into the mini pocket of her Prada purse that was reserved for 100 dollar bills and important business cards. She felt as though she were walking on a cloud. It continued the next day when she met Chip the executive producer for a power breakfast at the Polo Lounge. - As soon as she received her fruit bowl, him his usual three eggs, veal sausage, potatoes, and toast, he dropped a bombshell. "I had to fire the head writer. He actually wrote a lame scene with women pushing each other into a swimming pool. It was such a cliché." - Dakota nodded. "So who are we going to get to replace him?" - "No one. The network wants you." - "Me?" she gasped. "How am I supposed to juggle being the star, co-executive producer, head writer, and find time to tap into my witchly powers?" - But Chip didn't appear to be listening. He was too busy spreading Austrian jam on his whole grain toast. "This imported stuff is great. Gotta love the nifty little jars they come in." - "You didn't hear me." - "Your life is way more exciting than any writer's. Just jot down ideas based on things that have happened to you. Get Drag to help. Dragos has got that mysterious edge viewers like. As for the witchly powers, you think you could use those to get the waiter to come back? I need a refill on my coffee." - Meanwhile, at an undisclosed location, a former enemy was staring at Dakota Diamonelle's picture in a gossip magazine. The time for revenge was near ... |
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