Like a Virgin | Nikki Sixx

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Nikki's P.o.v

"I don't see the chick hanging around you, so I'm guessing you didn't fuck her." I said to Tommy as I chewed on an apple.

Tommy stuck his head out of the fridge and smirked. "What, you mean Charlie?" I nodded. "Nah man, as much as I would've liked to, I didn't get the chance." He replied with a shrug. I frowned, "How come?" I asked, still chewing on the skin of the apple.

Tommy grinned and stuck his head back in the fridge. "I think she would rather you do that job." He joked.

I knew it was a joke but I couldn't help the heat that rose to my cheeks. Charlie would never like me, not in a million years.

Tommy stood up straight and turned to face me, my cheeks only a light shade of pink now.
"Why you so quiet all of a sudden?"
Tommy asked with a knowing smile.

"Fuck off man." I said with a grunt as I stood up from the bar stool. I started to walk up the stairs, I needed to get dressed for the interview we were having today.

At the moment, I was shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants. I was halfway up the stairs when Tommy sang, "Nikki's got a crush!"

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to watch him run around the kitchen singing the words loudly, over and over. I groaned and stomped up the stairs like a child.

I don't have a crush, and I don't have crushes, that's for teenage girls. Not men. Especially me, Nikki Sixx.

Tommy soon stopped singing the foul words and started laughing menacingly instead.

I remembered I had left my silver necklace downstairs at the kitchen bar. I took it off because my hair kept getting stuck in it. Dammit the hell.

I quickly ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, trying not to run into Tommy. But sure enough there he was, standing against the bar.

He looked at me and grinned, he opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off by putting my hand infront of his face. "Don't even think about it." He chuckled and crossed his arms.

I swiped my necklace off the bar and turned to leave but Tommy spoke.
"By the way, Charlie stayed in the guest room last night. She got locked out of her apartment and I let her stay here. She left early this morning for work." He said. "She also cleaned the house!" He screeched, and skipped away like a little school girl.

I shook my head. Why am I friends with him? I thought to myself.

I got back to my room, letting Tommys words sink in. She slept right next to me basically. She must have been the person who shut the door.

My eyes widened. She must have heard my little, moment last night. Oh my God I'm such a fucking idiot. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair as I sat on the edge of my bed.
What if she heard? What would I do?

My heart felt like it was going to drop out of my ass. I thought I was going insane for a moment.

I opened my door and looked both ways down the hallway to make sure no one saw me sneaking into the guest room like a child trying to sneak downstairs on Christmas morning to catch Santa.

I opened the door and slid inside.
The room was dark, so I opened the curtains to the window. There was no actual mechanical light inside the room. Why? I don't know.

My eyes averted from the window to the bed, that was nicely made. On top of the bed lay a small piece of white paper. It almost looked like a note.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I picked it up. I opened it, of course.

'Thanks again for letting me stay here. Xo, Charlie.'

I smiled and put the note in my pocket. What the hell am I doing, I don't like her. She's just a girl who works at a bar to get laid by the drunks. Shes only hanging around us guys to try to get her name in the press. Shes a no good slut. That's all she is. Thats it...

Dammit.

Charlie's p.o.v.

I wiped the table of the group of drunks that had previously been sitting here. People can be really gross.

I groaned when another group of people came through the doors.
"I got it." Alana, one of the waitresses, said with a sweet smile. I sighed in relief and patted her on the back.

"Thanks girl." I said with a tired smile. She nodded and turned towards the group, pulling out her notepad to take their orders.

I went back over to the serving bar and sat on one of the stools. I laid my head on the bar and closed my eyes.
I hardly got any sleep last night, and I think you why.

When I got up this morning, I had spare time after getting dressed for work, so I decided to clean up the aftermath of the party the best I could. Why not help?

Everybody had left, and I know damn well the boys weren't going to clean it up.

I was almost done with work, just two more hours to go and I will be out of this hell hole.
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Thanks so much for reading! Sorry for the wait. Have a great night💙
And don't forget to rock on🎸🤘
Also, that pic above of older Nikki is hot as f😊ck, don't you agree???