Poor Little Bitch Girl by Jackie Collins Read Free Book Online

that.”
    “Finally!” Frankie exclaimed, pushing his chair away from the table, feeling only vaguely guilty that he wasn’t on a fast track back to New York to be by Annabelle’s side.
    What the hell – he wasn’t about to give up a night out with the guys. And maybe a girl or two, because when Annabelle wasn’t around . . . who knew what the evening would bring.
    * * *
    Annabelle was overcome with feelings of deep apprehension. This huge sweating hulk in the would-be rap-star outfit and insane tattoo was hardly the young innocent Arab boy she’d been expecting. He wasn’t Middle Eastern, he was all American. And he certainly wasn’t fifteen.
    She did not appreciate the way he hauled her into the suite and almost threw her down onto a large couch.
    “You can’t possibly be Sharif Rani’s son,” she said, gathering her composure, while in her mind she was busy planning a fast exit. No sex with this big lout. No sirree.
    “You doubtin’ me, beeitch ?” he shot back belligerently, planting himself in front of her, massive legs widely spread. “My old man paid you up front, an’ he dint pay you to ask no dumb questions. So get your fuckin’ clothes off an’ let’s get it on.”
    “There’s been a very big mistake,” she said, managing to keep her cool.
    “What fuckin’ mistake would that be?” he snarled, folding his arms across his burly chest. “You got your money, didntcha?”
    Yes, she had gotten the stacks of cash delivered early that morning by one of Sharif Rani’s minions. The money was even now inside her safe.
    “I said there’s been a mistake,” she repeated. “I need to speak to your . . . uh . . . father.”
    “Y’know what?” he said, smirking lustfully. “Soon’s we get it on, beeitch , y’can talk all ya want.”
    And with those words he dropped his pants, revealing multiple rolls of dimpled white fat around his middle, and lower down, a small, angry, uncircumcised penis pointed in her direction.
    Annabelle had never been caught in a situation like this before, although sometimes she’d heard stories of bad behavior from her girls. There was the family TV star who was into strangulation and nearly went all the way with one unfortunate girl. There was the rock star with a sudden urge to inflict extreme pain. There was the soul singer who attempted to involve a child before his “date” walked out on him. Oh yes, she’d heard many things, but she’d never personally experienced a difficult situation.
    Now that situation was here, and how was she supposed to handle it?
    “Suck my dick,” Omar commanded, thrusting his penis toward her. “Suck it hard.”
    “Oh no,” she said firmly, struggling to get up from the couch. “This is not going to happen.”
    “That’s what you think!” he roared. And before she could get to her feet, he fell on top of her, jamming his penis into her mouth, at the same time ripping the front of her dress and exposing her breasts.
    She would’ve screamed if it was possible. But it wasn’t.
    Omar was on a roll, and he obviously had no intention of backing off.

 
Chapter Six

Denver

    S haking hands with Ralph Maestro was not a pleasant experience, since his hand was big, meaty and slick with sweat.
    Not a flicker of recognition crossed his big bland face as he shook my hand. But why should it? There’s no reason he’d remember me. After all, why would a big movie star like Ralph Maestro remember a scrawny little kid from Chicago who’d hung out with his daughter many years ago?
    “Sorry for your loss,” I murmured respectfully. Hey – whether he’d done it or not, as part of his future defense team I had to hope he was innocent.
    “Thanks,” he muttered, practically ignoring me as he turned quickly to Felix. “Is this your secretary?” he asked, cracking his knuckles.
    “No,” Felix answered patiently. “Denver is my colleague. She’s an excellent and accomplished associate, and I can personally assure you that she’s a