𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹 🤍

•𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗕𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶•

A/N: I'm not a massive fan of Brandi Brandt in real life. However, the way I'm portraying her in this book is admittedly way over the top... and I don't mean any offence to her at all. That's it, enjoy!

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Nikki's POV, November 5th 1988

It's the meeting with Brandi today and I already wanted to shoot myself, Doc said he'd bring her here at 1pm, it was 12:50 now... she'd be here any minute and every part of me wanted to run anywhere just to get away from her, I don't want to meet that bitch Brandi, not a single cell of my body does but I don't have a choice... I have to fucking marry her. I'm not interested in her in any capacity and I never will be, does Doc really think I can just change who I'm attracted too? Apparently he does.

Doc clearly doesn't even know the definition of gay.

For the next few minutes I sat clock watching waiting to hear Doc's car pull up, it was the longest few minutes of my life but eventually I heard the distinct sound of a car pulling up on my driveway... I waited a little while longer listening out for the inevitable knock on my front door.

Can I like run and hide somewhere? Maybe make a quick escape out the back?

I'm joking but hell, I really don't want to do this. I get up and walk towards the front door, sighing as I did with every step I was losing the will to live more and more - when the door opened the first thing I saw was Doc's ugly ass face, second I noticed a petite brunette who was blatantly checking me out... I almost gagged I was that repulsed by her, I didn't want her eyes on me in any capacity.

That must be Brandi... come on, fuck, man, I've got to marry that.

"Sixx, how are you?" Doc smiled.

"Fine" I said notably half assed- it was this point Brandi stepped forward, she held her hand out expecting me to take it, I looked to Doc and he gave me a look demanding that I accepted the gesture, reluctantly I reached over and took her hand.

She gave a fake smile and introduced herself "Brandi Brandt... it's a pleasure to meet you"

Her fake persona was so apparent I called her out on it wanting her to know my dislike of her straight off the bat "Drop the fucking smile, your personality is almost as fake as your tits"

Immediately, the smile fell from her lips and she scowled at me, ripping her hand from mine- I just smirked in victory- I'm not letting her walk all over me, I'll stand my ground and make sure she knows I don't want her.

Doc was less than impressed with my remark "Nikki, behave... that was uncalled for- apologize"

I scoffed "Are you fucking serious right now?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" He comments rhetorically "Apologize now"

Screw him, can't I even have a little bit of fun now? It's not like what I said is a lie either, there's no way her tits are 100% natural... it's probably weird I noticed that but trust me... with the top she's wearing it's impossible not to fucking see them- it's not even a top it's more of a piece of fabric she's somehow managed to morph into a top.

She's dressed in clothes that match her job, put it that way... if she think dressing like a slut is going to make me like her or want her, a nasty shock is coming her way.