Free Hollywood Divorces / Hollywood Wives: The New Generation by Jackie Collins Page A

and neck. It was tough constantly playing the wronged woman.
    Just as she was reaching for her robe, Gregg sauntered in. ‘You’ re in a pissy mood today,’ he remarked.
    ‘I’m tired,’ she said, turning away from him.
    ‘Tired, huh?’ he said, dodging in front of her, preventing her picking up the robe.
    ‘Move,’ she said sharply.
    ‘Why? Can’t I get an eyeful of my wife in her sexy undies?’ he said nastily. ‘Or is that sight reserved only for Madam’s faithful fans?’ And before she could stop him, his hands went for her breasts, pulling up her bra with one swift move so that they were bared yet trapped by the bra above them.
    ‘Great tits for an old broad,’ he said. ‘You sure you never had ’em done?’
    She recognized his mood. It was his ‘I’ll bring this bitch down to size’ mood. The one where he tried to get even with her because she was successful and he wasn’t.
    ‘Stop it, Gregg,’ she said, trying to stay calm.
    ‘Stop it, Gregg!’ he mimicked. ‘Miss Famous Tits an’ Ass wants me to stop it.’ And he shoved his hand down her panties and began fingering her.
    ‘No!’ she said sharply, attempting to fight him off.
    ‘You’ve been holding out on me, babe,’ he said, ‘and now I’m taking a piece of what belongs to me.’
    She struggled, but to no avail. He was strong. Too strong. He bent her back across a stool, ripped off her panties and began thrusting himself inside her with a grunting intensity.
    Lissa was so shocked that she didn’t know what to do. How could she scream in her own house and accuse her husband of raping her? Because that’s what the son-of-a-bitch was doing.
    He finished quickly, thank God, stood up and hoisted his swimming trunks back into position.
    ‘Not bad,’ he said condescendingly. ‘And I thought you were getting frigid on me. See you later, hon.’
    And with that he ambled out of her dressing room as if nothing had happened.
    She was stunned. What kind of a man was he anyway?
    A bullying monster, that’s what kind.
    And the sooner she was rid of him the better.
     
    Later in the day Saffron and Nicci sat side by side in a Korean beauty shop on Westwood Boulevard enjoying manicures and pedicures.
    ‘I was thinking of inviting Evan’s brother to dinner at the house when they get back,’ Nicci said, wriggling her bare toes.
    ‘Why?’ Saffron asked. ‘You told me he was a totally into getting laid jerk–and now you want to have him for dinner. What’s the scam?’
    ‘He is about to be my brother-in-law,’ Nicci pointed out, determined not to reveal her crush, although she was dying to confide in someone, and who better than Saffron? ‘So this will be my major peace move.’
    ‘How come?’ Saffron demanded, stretching out her elegant fingers as a short Korean woman applied gold polish to her long nails. ‘Did you two get into a fight?’
    ‘No. It’s just that Brian’s kind of cold towards me,’ Nicci explained, as a second Korean woman placed her feet in a bowl of warm water. ‘I know it’s ’cause I’m marrying his brother and that probably doesn’t thrill him. They may not look alike, but they are twins. And I’ve heard twins have this kind of cosmic karma–like if one gets married the other one feels deserted.’
    ‘Twins. Very close,’ the manicurist painting Saffron’s nails said, in a low, sing-song voice.
    ‘I don’t get it,’ Saffron said, yawning. ‘You can’t even cook. So what’s the deal?’
    ‘I’m planning on hiring a chef for the night.’
    ‘Oh, wow.’ Saffron giggled. ‘Now you’re going Hollywood on me.’
    ‘I can’t do it without you, so you’d better show up.’
    ‘Yeah, yeah–wouldn’t miss it. That’s if I can find a sitter for Lulu.’
    ‘Doesn’t your mom ever sit?’
    ‘Get real!’ Saffron exclaimed, hooting with laughter. ‘Can you imagine the great Kyndra sweeping into my tiny house and babysitting ? Oh, when she has a free moment she takes Lulu. But you know