Beyond The Leather

Chapter 3: Hey Princess

Warning: Drug Use

November 24, 1984, LA

A lot has happened in the past 6 months. The TV series I started in was a huge success for its opening week so there will be more seasons to come. That was a good birthday present for me. People are starting to recognize me from the TV show and I'm loving it. Plus, more magazines are booking me in for shoots. I'm making good money and my mom was able to come for a visit.

I finished my photo shoot for Teen magazine today, Tamara wants to find a way to get me out of Teen magazine and move me up to the bigger magazines.

I was also staying with Tamara while I was in LA. I still had a couple more shoots. Her condo is very nice. It's huge and spacious. Perfect for 3.

Tamara's "boyfriend" or whatever she calls him, is over at her place. So, because he's there right now, I'm out.

I decided to go to my usual Bronze Cafe. This was the go-to spot whenever her boy toys came over. I got a hot chocolate, a piece of red velvet cake, a new book and.....

"Hey, princess."

That voice sounds familiar. I looked up and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was him that Nikki guy I saw in New York standing by my table, ugh.

"You!" I closed my book. "Get away from me!"

"Whoa now hold on, I come in peace." He held his two fingers up for the peace sign.

"I don't care what you come in, get away from me right now. I don't even know how you're here nor do I care."

"Look I'm sorry for my behavior the last time I saw you. I was... well I was drunk." He shrugs and lets out a hesitant laugh.

"And that makes it OK!" I shouted.

"No, it doesn't, and I'm sorry." He whispered.

I just rolled my eyes at him. I don't feel one bit sorry for him nor do I care about his apology. So, I opened my book to continue reading.

"Look I think you and I got off on the wrong foot." He stated as he sat down in the chair in front of me.

No response

"Look I'm a decent guy that made a mistake. And I get you're pissed off about it, but it was months ago."

How dare he say that because it was months ago, I shouldn't be pissed. I closed my book and got up to leave.

"Fuck are you always this mean, I'm apologizing to you and you're acting like bitch."

"Yeah.... I am when someone pisses me off!" I shouted grabbed my bag and headed for the door. With him in hot pursuit.

I walked down the street fast to get away from him. He then ran up in front of me and put his two hands on my shoulder to stop me from walking.

"Look Iman, I think you and I got off on the wrong foot. I'm not that guy that you saw in New York." He said.

"How do you know my name?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Ha-ha...well you are a model I've seen some of your pictures in the magazines." He scratched his head.

I just stared at him, he looked like a lost puppy. "I accept your apology, but that's about it. Now if you will excuse me, I have other places to go." I said about to move past him.

"I'm Nikki Sixx." He smiled and left his hand out for me to shake.

I sighed and stuck my hand out.

"Iman Darlington," I said shaking his hand.