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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Hey people, so sorry for not posting when I said I would. It was Thanksgiving last weekend in Canada, so I completely forgot. So I made sure I posted today. If I didn'talepg10would have given me a piece of her mind lol. She wasnot happy with me 😅. Anyways, in this chapter, there is a name in here that you will recognize. However, I mispelt it. I didn't want to write the real name. And onceagain. For the beginning part of this chapter. I'm showing the dark side of modeling. This has happened to a lot of models. Long chapter. Have a good night. _____________________________________ Warnings:
Physical & Sexual Assault Physical & Emotional Abuse Explicit Language Drug Use
Wednesday, October 31st - Halloween
2:58 am
"Wake up!"
I gasped looking around startled nearly tipping over the chair I was sitting on as I heard the shout and slam of a hand down on the table.
"You were falling asleep."
I breathed in stretching up my arms while cracking my back in the process.
"Tamara I'm really tired-"
"And I care because?" She stares at me. "You went and got yourself drunk at a nasty blues club where girls grind on dirty poor men and smoke weed. Disgraceful, disturbing, and disgusting. Shameful you are. You're so lucky I got those stage-diving pictures before they started making their rounds around town. What would your mother think about you?"
"She'd still love me," I mumbled under my breath with attitude.
"I'm sorry... do you need to say something?" She snapped looking me dead in my eye.
I stayed silent just staring at her. I didn't want to argue. I was already tired as it is. And this night would just be a disaster if we started fighting.
"That's what I thought. Now shut up and continue autographing your pictures. These are going out at 10 am sharp for your fans."
I picked up the Sharpie and continued autographing my headshot. I had a meet and greet in the morning. Fans were going to come and take pictures with me plus also receive a headshot with my signature on it. I was only supposed to do about ten and the rest they would photocopy. However, due to my blues club scandal... that's what Tamara is calling it. I'm here doing all three hundred copies on my own while she sits and talks on the phone. I've been at this for four days now. Thank goodness these are the last of them. My fingers feel like they're going to fall off soon.
