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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The moment we stepped off the plane, the warm Bahamian breeze wrapped around us like a welcome hug. Our private villa on Paradise Island was everything I had dreamed of secluded, luxurious, and just steps away from the turquoise ocean. With Julius safely with Jade and Tracii, it was just Nikki and me, free to reconnect without distractions for my birthday.
The villa featured an infinity pool overlooking the sea fully equipped with private beach access. We spent our first evening walking along the shoreline, the sand cool beneath our feet, and the stars reflecting in the water.
I woke up to the scent of fresh peppermint tea and the sound of waves gently crashing. Nikki had prepared breakfast. Fluffy pancakes and tropical fruit. We ate on the terrace, watching the sun rise over the ocean.
The days were filled with laughter, sunbathing, and spontaneous dips in the pool. We talked about everything and nothing, rediscovering each other in the process.
"Have you thought about what I mentioned? Coming on tour with me and bringing Julius along?"
I sighed, considering his words. "I have, but it's complicated. I might get modeling gigs, and traveling with Julius could be exhausting for both of us."
He nodded, understanding. "I just hate the idea of being away from you two for so long. And it's going to be my 40th."
"I know," I said, squeezing his hand. "We'll figure something out."
We decided to explore the island, visiting local markets and trying out Bahamian cuisine. The locals were friendly, and the food was incredible. Spicy conch fritters, fresh seafood, and sweet guava duff.
In the evenings, we danced to live music, the rhythms infectious and the atmosphere electric. It felt like we were the only two people in the world.
The air in the villa was warm and sweet with the scent of sea salt and hibiscus. Nikki stood by the open doors of our bedroom, the moonlight casting a silver outline along his bare skin. He turned toward me, eyes dark and slow-burning. I set down my glass of Shirley Temple, feeling the electricity crackle between us.
We didn't say anything. We didn't need to.
I walked over to him and slid my hands up his chest, his skin hot under my palms. He leaned down, kissing me softly at first, then deeper. I gasped against his mouth as he picked me up with ease and carried me to the bed, laughing a little between kisses as he laid me down.
That night, everything felt amplified. The quiet roll of the waves outside, the weight of his body over mine, the way his lips lingered on my collarbone like he never wanted to leave.
The next morning, we had breakfast by the pool. I teased Nikki about his bedhead, and he teased me back for wearing his shirt and nothing else. I dipped my legs into the water, letting the sun warm my skin.
