Thank you for reading the installments of The Betrayal that I have posted here. I would really welcome any and all feedback from you, my readers, as I continue editing my manuscript.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN - DANIEL
“Mmmmm,” I murmured having just been woken by the sweetest kiss.
As my eyes slowly opened I reached for Eli’s fingers and pulsed them.
“Hey,” she said cheerfully. “Feeling better?”
I tried focusing on her face, but needed my eyeglasses.
“Here,” Eli said. As though reading my mind, she carefully placed them on my face.
“Thanks, babe. Now I can see your beautiful face.”
Eli blushed, as I knew she would. I yawned. “I think I’m awake,” I told her.
“Good, ‘cause its time for you to shower and then dinner will be ready.”
“I can’t believe you’re cooking.”
“Well, believe it,” she laughed.
Running down the stairs, I inhaled the warm aroma of a well-cooked meal. Could the beef I detected possibly taste as delicious as it smelled? I shook my head. Doubtful. No matter what she said, Eli couldn’t cook. But the smell… mmmmm.
The lovely chef was outside, laying silverware on the table beside china I didn’t recognize. Eli had changed clothes too. She was now in a long, gauzy apricot-colored skirt with a belted white tank top that emphasized her tiny waist and narrow hips.
I headed toward the sliders to join Elizabeth on the patio. On my way through the living room, I noticed a painting taking up the entire wall behind the couch.
The seascape reminded me of the view from our bedroom window. A young couple and two children playing in the sand were its subjects. What a nice family. One day that might be us. Perhaps that was why Elizabeth had purchased the piece.
I caught up with Elizabeth as she completed setting the table. She flashed me a winning smile and I took her hands.
“Hey, babe,” I mumbled as I kissed her cheek. “Everything looks great.”
“Still tired?” she was surprised.
“Yeah,” I said while massaging my temple. “I’m fuzzy-headed.”
“But you slept for six hours.” I shrugged. “Hmm. Well honey, just have a seat. I’m getting the salads out.”
I obediently did as told while Elizabeth went to the outdoor kitchen and removed two plates from the refrigerator. Waiting for her to serve, I picked up my salad fork and mindlessly twirled it between my fingers.
Meanwhile, I examined the china. The large round charger plate was unfamiliar. White with a wide black band, it was modern and very attractive, but…
“Where did this come from” I asked Elizabeth as she set down the coordinating salad plates.
“Geary’s,” she answered. “They’re Kate Spade.”
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The Betrayal - Book 2 of the Hollywood Princess Series by Dana Aynn Levin
General FictionA man betrays his son. A son betrays his lover. And a naive young woman pays the price. In this second book in the Hollywood Princess series, Elizabeth Jacobs is having the summer of her life, living in the Malibu beach house she shares with Danny N...
