Nikki Sixx prys himself on being in the sleaziest dirtiest rock band Motley Crue. He is considered the bad boy of Rock 'n Roll and has a reputation that proves it. He meets the highest-paid fashion model in the world, Iman Darlington who is the comp...
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Flashback
"I need a drink."
"Alright, let's... let's go downstairs to the bar to see if we can get something for you," Tommy says helping me up.
We walked out into the hallway. I was angry and frustrated. I just needed a drink to take my mind off picturing Bobby Brown kissing her on the cheek. Every time I think things are going well between us something always has to come up to set us back.
"Hey." Fred greeted us coming out of the elevator. "I was just about to head to Vince's room to join you fuckers. Where are you guys heading to?"
"Uh... well... we-" Tommy stuttered.
"I'm going downstairs for a drink." A growled shoving past him.
"I'm sorry... a what?" He asked grabbing my arm.
"I'm getting a drink, Fred," I said with attitude pulling my arm from him. "Now leave me alone."
"Did something happen?" He asked looking at Tommy.
"Well... uh... Mani-"
"Fucking Mani that's what happened!" I shouted. "She's messing around on me!"
"First of all, don't fucking shout at me!" He warned.
"Oh, fuck off Fred!" I shouted at him again.
"You need to relax, Sixx." He pointed at me.
"Fuck you!" I spat and turned to walk.
"Nikki you're drinking!" He grabbed my arm again.
"Just leave me alone!" I shouted shoving him in the chest.
"Nikki!" Tommy yelled trying to settle me.
"Sixx, don't fucking take your anger out on me!" Fred warned. "Calm the fuck down!"
"Fuck you!" I spat turning to walk for the third time.
"You're not drinking!" Fred grabbed my shirt.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" I turned aggressively shoving his hand off me.
"Sixx, I'm fucking warning you.... you're not drinking... and calm the fuck down." He spoke a bit calmer. "Whatever it is let's talk about it. You're not fucking things up for me with Jess because you want to drink away your problems instead of facing them like a real man."
"Fuck you and fuck Jess!" I shoved him again.
"Ok, guys... shit calm down," Tommy spoke up.
"Shove me again and I'll kick your fucking ass back to 87!" He pointed at me.
I felt heated and anger coursed through my veins. It's either have a drink or fuck someone up. And right now, Fred is fucking pissing me off. I turned to walk again heading straight for the elevator.
