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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January 10th, 1986
I had been back in LA for a week now and I settled in probably. I have been catching up with my schoolwork, calling my mom for most of the days, and shopping like crazy. Tamara had been making plans for our trip to the UK, Milan, and Paris. Not to mention I had several interviews, magazine shoots, a premiere coming up, my TV show coming up, and a new audition for a movie. She looked like she was going crazy and I was lacking sleep. I suggested she should get another assistant instead of doing all of this back-and-forth stuff herself. She wanted someone she trusted but she didn't know who. I had a suggestion, but I don't think she would like it.
"Well Lisa hasn't been modeling for some time now and she needs a job. Can she be your assistant?" I asked with curiosity. Tamara looked at me and thought about it.
"I don't know, being an assistant means that she would have to follow my rules. This isn't a friend job its I'm your boss and you are my assistant job."
I thought about the type of person Lisa was and then I realized it wouldn't be a good idea. Lisa was free-spirited and liked to do things her way. She didn't like to be bossed around and loved to party and go crazy. And she was not an early riser. So never mind a bad idea.
"Yeah never mind she won't be a good candidate." I frowned.
"Well, I do need someone who will make my life easier." She put the phone down and walked and sat down on the couch by me. "Alright, you have a photo shoot today. It's a beach shoot for Teen Vogue Magazine." She pulled her schedule out.
"I need another one of those." I pointed to the schedule.
"Seriously Iman start keeping your things in a safe place." She handed it to me and rolled her eyes.
I took it from her and headed to the room to get changed. "So, I'm not going to be there for the shoot with you because I have a meeting. But you're going to be shooting with another model named Rachel she's nice and she's your age as well." Tamara said.
"Ok sounds good." I came back out carrying my handbag and putting on my sandals.
"Alright, the car should be downstairs. Make me proud hun." She kissed me on my forehead, and I headed out the door.
I arrived at our spot for the magazine shoot. It was on a beach, and it was beautiful. The glam team came to me right away and pulled me in to get me ready for the shoot. I looked like a million dollars. I started walking around looking for Rachel. I spotted her standing on the boardwalk. She was an absolute beauty, I couldn't even believe that there could be someone that gorgeous. She waved for me to come over and so I did.
"Hi, I'm Rachel...Rachel Glover." She stuck her hands out for me to shake then pulled me in for the two-side cheek kiss.
"Iman Darlington." I shook her hand and returned the kisses. "It's nice to meet you."
