𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜/𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹 (𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘅)

Stepping out of the limo hearing paparazzis snapping cameras and asking ridiculous questions I follow my family into the Metropolitan Museum of Art for tonight's met gala. I'm never a fan of any of it anymore after having my fair share of my parents constantly trying to gloat their family success and just complete selfishness, they're what typical fame looks like if you want people to put you on pedestals and lick the dirt off your shoes. That's not even the icing on the cake the one thing that will irritate me more is them constantly trying to find me a 'fit husband like boyfriend'. Little do they know their precious angel is dating every parents worst nightmare. Yup Nikki Sixx, if my parents were to find out exactly the kinda daughter I am they'd probably croak over and wonder where they went wrong, well it all started a little over 1 year ago at a photo shoot

"Alright Miss y/l/n whenever you're ready with the second choice of style we'll be waiting for you"

"Thank you" closing the door to the dressing room I was exhausted. Been here for 4 hours and I'm finally ready to go home to my babies. I have two precious Pomeranians waiting to be cuddled at home and container filled with wings and a beautiful pint of ice cream just waiting to be devoured

Taking two deep breaths "last shoot and I'm free to do whatever I please" staring in the mirror putting on a fake smile I head for the door opening only to smack dead into a broad chest

"I'm so sorry" glancing up slowly I notice he's already smirking down at me. Looking at where his eyes are traveling I notice my robe is open

"My eyes are up here thanks" lifting his chin rolling my eyes in the process "If you can move I need to be somewhere" moving to the side to walk around him, but of course he seems persistent

"Look whatever you're used to it ain't happening mister, you're not my type" bumping his shoulder walking to the room where I'm needed most

Returning to my dressing room finally done for today thank god. During my shoot all I could think about was the man from earlier. Yes I know exactly who he is pretty sure every woman on earth knows, do I care really? No I could care less but it's always been in the back on my mind why women throw themselves at him so easily. He's a looker that's for sure but otherwise I've heard nothing but bad things about him and his reckless behavior. It's kind of a turn on if I'm being honest with myself but this would be a major controversy if this got out to the public. Nothing screams headline of Rolling Stones magazine with Pop Princess and Mötley Crüe bassist scandal flying around. Too many wandering eyes and sneaky paparazzis to even associate myself with anyone. I see the man from earlier in my chair reading my magazine. What the hell is this ?!

"Uh can I help you ?" closing the door with force "look I'll make this real easy for you get out" crossing my arms over my chest I could care less about my robe being open right now this guy is irritating me and we only met maybe 35 minutes ago

"No I don't think so princess" smirking he puts the magazine down leaning back in the chair

Standing dead in front of the chair I place both hands on the arms leaning forward to reach his eye level "I'm going to ask you one more time, leave this room now or I'll-

"What ? Scream ? Go ahead" leaning slightly foward inches from my lips "you know you'd rather be screaming my name in another tune, but question is do you know who I am"

"Yeah I know exactly who you are, big deal who cares do you know who I am honey ?" walking to my hanger I grab my clothes to change before I forget who's in here with me

"So you know why I'm here, but just naturally this stubborn" chuckling to himself. God this self centered asshole even laughs sexy "you refuse to answer my calls and don't respond to my voicemails, do I make you nervous y/n ?"