Lucky (Lucky Santangelo) by Jackie Collins

Author:Jackie Collins
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780985745981
Publisher: Chances, Inc.
Published: 2013-07-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixty-Two

All things considered, Vitos Felicidade took the news well enough. Really, there was nothing he could do but smile for the cameras (of which there were many) and pretend it was he who had encouraged the ‘instant love’ match.

In private, he brooded. What was wrong with him? Why had Olympia spurned him? Twice. Did she perhaps see behind the facade? Did she alone know that beneath the throbbing sex symbol hovered an insecure, plain, and ordinary man?

He did not wish to think about it. He attended the wedding reception for an hour, and then retired to his suite where he sat and sulked.

Jess did not take it so well. She sought Matt out and complained hotly. He agreed with her and pointed out that nothing could be done.

Back at the Sands Hotel, Eden stared numbly out of the window while Zeko played solitaire nearby. She had crept out in the morning fully intending to see Lennie, but just as she was about to enter a cab, Zeko had appeared from nowhere and announced that the boss had said he was to accompany her everywhere she went. She had almost screamed with frustration. Instead she had smiled glassily and allowed the dumb ox to trail her around a parade of tawdry shops. Las Vegas was the pits. She couldn’t wait to leave.

Paige had invited her to lunch, and she was allowed to go. But while digesting a tuna salad the news had spread about Olympia Stanislopoulos and Lennie Golden.

Hot gossip.

She had wanted to throw up. Now she was gazing out at neon and desert, wondering if she had made the right choice.

Santino Bonnatti.

Lennie Golden.

She hoped she had backed the winner.

She had a horrible suspicion she might not have.

* * *

‘You stink,’ sneered Brigette.

‘You’re kidding. I took a shower ’specially,’ replied Lennie, deadpan.

‘I said you stink,’ Brigette repeated.

‘You sound like a broken record.’

She gazed up at him. Huge blue (her mother’s) eyes in a heart-shaped face. ‘I hate you,’ she uttered spitefully.

He grimaced. ‘Can’t win ’em all,’ he said with an engaging smile.

Nanny Mabel, embarrassed, said, ‘I’m so sorry, Mr. Golden. She’s tired, it’s late, and—’

‘C’mon,’ Lennie interrupted mildly. ‘It’s four-thirty in the afternoon. If the kid wants to hate me – no excuses, let her do her thing.’ He bent to speak to the child. ‘Y’know something, Brigette is a very pretty name, and you are a very pretty young lady.’

Brigette blinked several times. Why was this one talking to her? Usually she told them they stunk, they glared at her, ignored her, and she never had to talk to them again – which was the way she liked it. Mama’s boyfriends were pigs. She hated them all.

Lennie didn’t wait around for a response. He was off and running. Olympia had assembled enough press to launch a hit movie, and she was loving every minute, posing for pictures like a professional. But then, in a way, she was. She had grown up with photographers on her doorstep. Olympia Stanislopoulos. Heiress. Fair game for the paparazzi and gossip columnists of the world.

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