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Cookie said.
    ‘Oh, like who you gonna get a ride from?’ Max snapped.
    Cookie shrugged. ‘I’m sure Frankie’ll drive me home.’
    ‘For shit’s sake!’ Max exclaimed. ‘Don’t you know that all Frankie wants is to get into your pants?’
    ‘So?’ answered Cookie with a slightly tipsy smile. ‘Is that such a bad thing?’
    They were arguing in the booth several Mojitos later. Frankie was off meeting and greeting, playing Mister Genial Host, and Max wasn’t feeling it. She wanted out. So did Harry.
    ‘We can’t leave you here by yourself,’ Max said, looking to Harry for some support.
    ‘I told you – Frankie’ll look after me,’ Cookie said, leaning back in the booth.
    ‘Frankie’s a cokehead an’ he’s old,’ Harry sneered. ‘You don’t wanna hit that.’
    ‘He’s so not old an’ he’s hot,’ Cookie insisted. ‘You two better get the fuck outta here, ’cause I’m stayin’.’
    Max decided not to argue; she knew what Frankie was like, and if Cookie was intent on taking that road there was nothing she could do about it. Cookie was hardly a virgin, she’d been around Hollywood all her young life.
    ‘Whatever you do, don’t screw him,’ Max warned. ‘He’s not someone you wanna hang with. Believe me, I know .’
    ‘Thanks for the advice,’ Cookie responded sarcastically. ‘I’ll call you guys later.’
    ‘You do that,’ Max said, checking her watch. It was already two a.m. ‘An’ don’t do anything you’ll regret,’ she added.
    ‘Goodbye,’ Cookie giggled. ‘Shift your asses outta here.’
    Max grabbed Harry’s arm. ‘You cool to drive?’ He nodded. ‘Then let’s go.’
    Sometimes one had to quit on an argument one wasn’t about to win, something her dad, Lennie, had taught her when she was five.
    She’d learned a lot from both her parents, and there were times she appreciated their wisdom. But still, she couldn’t wait to get out on her own.
    Soon. Very, very soon.

Chapter Four
    F reedom suited Billy Melina just fine. Being married to a superstar was a major kick for about fifteen minutes, but after a few months of everyone worshipping at her feet, the thrill was gone. He was a huge movie star, but when he was out with Venus nobody gave a crap. This was not a big ego-booster. Oh no, not at all.
    When Billy wasn’t with Venus the attention came fast and furious. Girls galore. Fans everywhere. Respect from agents, managers and lawyers who realized his potential. After all, he had only just hit thirty, his entire career lay ahead of him, and his latest release was already breaking box-office records.
    Billy was over six feet tall, with bleached-by-the-sun hair, and a surfer’s tan all over his ripped and taut body. Abs were his thing. He worked out two hours a day to make sure they were rippling perfection. He liked seeing himself in the magazines under the heading BEST BODY ON THE BEACH. Eat your heart out, Matthew McConaughey. Go crap yourself, The Situation. Billy Melina was King of the Abs. And with his upcoming divorce from Queen of the Divas, he – along with his soon-to-be ex was currently on the cover of every magazine.
    Covers were satisfying. Covers validated his existence. Covers gave him a positive vibe.
    So did blow-jobs. There was nothing like a polished blowjob to put a smile on his face. Lately, now that he was free, his big kick was picking up some random girl, taking her back to his rented house, and having her blow him out by the pool. There was something about strange lips enclosing his cock, with the shimmering blue of the swimming pool in the background, and the sun beating down on his body, that really got him off.
    Venus was under the impression that he’d hooked up with his recent co-star, Willow Price – a bodacious young blonde with pillowy lips and a burgeoning career. But that was not the case. Willow was good to be seen with at parties and award shows, but they were no way involved. Willow preferred her sex served lesbian-style,