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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Long Chapter, Goodnight 😅 ____
Monday, June 25th
Evening...
After spending time with Jade, Kelly, Tracii, and his band mates I was feeling a bit better. Of course, what happened in Japan with Nikki was still in my head but at least it wasn't affecting my work. I was done filming for today and I was feeling a bit bored. I went out shopping till dawn to pass the time. The limo dropped me in front of my hotel.
"Thank you."
I say to the chauffeur as I get out of the car. He grabs my bags and walks behind me into the hotel. I walk towards the elevator and press the button.
"Iman?"
I furrow my brows wondering where I've heard that voice squeaky voice before. I turn around to see none other then...
"Sebastian?"
"Hey what's up?" He smiles. "Funny how we're seeing each other in a hotel again. Last time was New Jersey though."
"Yes, it was." I smile back. "Is your band playing around here or something, how long are you staying for?"
"I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I'm going out for some fun tonight. You should come, I'm meeting up with V-"
"Em, Ms. Darlington." My chauffeur clears his throat raising his brows.
Whoops, I forgot that he's holding onto my shopping bags.
"Oh sorry." I gasp looking at him.
"Hey, I'm meeting up with V-"
"Um, it's ok thanks. Hope you have fun wherever you're going." I say as I quickly rush into the elevator with my chauffeur.
Nighttime...
There's a funny feeling now in the pit of my stomach. I don't know what to do about it. I found myself standing by the phone wanting to call and leave Nikki a message saying that we should maybe talk about what happened. But I can't do it. I walked away from the phone and sat back down. What was stopping me. Clearly, I feel sad about what happened between us. I wonder if he's feeling the same. He hasn't even tried to reach out to me either.
Knock Knock knock
"Yes!"
"Room service!"
A voice called from outside my door. I do not remember calling and asking for room service. I got up and walked towards the door.
"Vince!" I squealed, opening my door.
"Hey there darlin'."
He smiled showing his white pearly teeth. And my oh my did he look like a real God in his white suit. Vince really knows how to clean up well. Too bad Nikki doesn't know the meaning of men's fashion. He should take tips from Vince. Black clothing isn't everything.
