Kristen, a 23 year old struggling college student who just so happens to put herself through college being a stripper, crosses paths with the infamous newly sober Nikki Sixx. whom is exploring his new view of creativity. Nikki owes his old friend...
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*** Before reading towards the end of this chapter there's smut (special thanks to Emmy-1913 ) so if you are uncomfortable with that, this is a warning****
"Fuck! That was awful. Restart now!" Kristen yelled through the microphone making the entirety of the crüe jump. She sighed and let her head fall into her hands. So far they were about a month into recording the new album and it was a dumpster fire, in Kristen's opinion. Tommy wasn't focused, Mick acted like he wanted to be anywhere but there, Vince was being a hard-to-work-with brat, and Nikki was just being Nikki, a control freak. She was so fed up with them.
She and Nikki have hardly been talking which was so odd to Kristen. He really only talked to her in the studio but she just left it alone knowing he had more going on in life than love drama. Nikki had slowly stopped being affectionate with her and was almost acting like they were strangers. She never could figure out why until the day a very mad Donna stormed into the studio demanding to see her "husband". She then proceeded to yell at said husband because he had lied to her about Kristen being the producer. That had pissed Kristen off so badly that she stormed out and went to her office and slammed the door.
Kristen was pacing around her office trying to connect the dots and figure out how she didn't figure this out sooner. He had told her that Donna was out of the picture and he was done with her, which is why Kristen even let him between her legs again. And they had their small little fling until it died off because of him, and now she knew why. She wasn't sure of the timeline but she did know that she had been lied to, again. Her life had been so calm, boring calm. And then Nikki Sixx shows back up into her life for the millionth time and pulls her back into his drama-filled web of lies and shit. She knew better than to let herself get to this level with him again but Nikki has always talked his way into and out of everything.
Kristen's door was cracked leaving a little space, one that Nikki was peeking through to see when the best time to come in with damage control was. He knew if he came in too early she would rip him a new one and if he came in too late he would lose whatever piece of a chance he has left with her. He watched as she threw herself onto her couch letting her head fall into her hands, no doubt trying not to cry. He signed and stood up straight and eased his way in. Kristen's head peaked up at the sudden noise and her face fell with anger and sadness.
"Nikki, please. Do us both a favor and leave me alone." She mumbled out reaching up to hastily wipe away a stray tear. Nikki shoved his hands in his pocket and hung his head knowing how upset she was with him.
"Kristen for once in your life please let me explain this to you." He pleaded to the mess of a woman on the couch before him. Kristen's lips fell into a straight line and she sniffled a little.
