The Sweetest Thing (nikki sixx)

EIGHT

"Welcome back, Ms. Wilson." The attendant of the front desk smiled in her direction as she closed the door behind her. Brandi gave a small wave, swaying to the elevator. She ran two cool hands over her burning face with a sigh. She'd never caught a travel bug in the past. After her debut on MTV she travelled all over the United States never once catching a sniffle. 

Brandi kicked her shoes off at the door as she closed it behind her. She threw her jacket into an uncomfortable looking arm chair. Her weight fell into the pillowtop mattress without apprehension. The few times she ever did get sick, she was always over the top with theatrics. Her brother, only a few years older than she, always took care of her. No matter the circumstances, Joey gave her the love and comfort she deserved. 

The comforter slid against her bare legs, leaving her panting while she tried to relax her body. She looked at the clock that read 1:54 AM and with what felt like a blink, it flashed 3:09. A jarring noise forced her to sit up, only to discover it was a knock. "Must be Tommy," She groaned to herself. Brandi wished he understood and respected that normal people were asleep at this hour. The knock turned into a heavy pounding as Brandi's feet padded quickly to the door. 

"I'm coming, damn-" She swung the door open with anger before locking eyes with her guest. 

"I brought you some shit." 

"Oh, thanks." 

"Yeah," The bassist held a crinkled paper bag to the blonde, looking to his feet. "What kind of stuff?" She folded her arms, ready to shove it back out of the door. 

"Rite aid doesn't carry that shit," Nikki smirked as she took the bag. "Besides, I told you I'm done with that."

"You also told me I was the only one you were with, tell that to the skanky bitch who answered your door." Brandi moved out of the way, allowing him inside. "I knew that was you," Nikki closed the door, sitting in the arm chair. The expression on his face read just how uncomfortable it really was. Brandi went through the bag at the table, throwing the pack of cigarettes at him over her shoulder. 

"Yeah, it was stupid of me to even come here." She mumbled, not facing his direction. All it would take is one look into those eyes and she'd melt like butter. 

Nikki putted into the bathroom, starting the bath for her. "C'mon, don't be mad at me." He slid the sleeve of her shirt down from behind as he left kisses on her neck. 

"I am mad at you, you lied to me." Brandi stood her ground, putting a handful of the pills in her mouth and walking to her suitcase. 

"You lie to Tommy everyday, why is this any different?" Nikki sneered, growing annoyed of her. "Because I do that to protect him!" 

"That's why I lie to you! I'm a man, Brandi. What do you want from me?"

"Get out, Nikki. You disgust me." Brandi rolled her eyes walking into the bathroom with her change of clothes, purposefully leaving the door open behind her to see the bassist leave. She slid into the tub with a sigh. It was the perfect temperature for her body. Instantly, the water took pressure off of her bones, relieving the aches. She watched at the door for Nikki to walk by but he never did. For several minutes, he sat in the living area in silence helping Brandi forget he was even there.

Without a word, Nikki sat the toilet seat down and propped himself on the lid. "I'm sorry."

"I don't forgive you."

"Why not?

"I'm a woman, what do you want from me?" She mocked, taking her hands and pulling her hair into a sloppy bun. Nikki reveled in her bare body, only half ignoring her snide comment. He licked his lips and rolled his eyes. "I'm actually sorry."