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 15, 1986
After talking to my mom yesterday, I felt a bit better. Now obviously I didn't tell her about Nikki and the kiss because she would have had a heart attack. But I did say that someone was treating me badly and that I felt lonely, which was true. My mom was always there if I needed her and she knew how to cheer me up.
Nikki had been calling nonstop today. I would answer the phone, hear his voice then hang up. Or sometimes I would make Tamara answer and he wouldn't say anything, he would just hang up, and then she would complain about the fact that someone was calling and not saying anything. I thought it was hilarious.
I had two photo shoots today. One was for Dolce and the other was for Edit magazine. Tamara finally found an assistant; her name was Jess and she was nice. She was more mature than Theresa, she's 28. She was now going to be doing the bookings and going with me to photo shoots, interviews, meetings, and any social events. I loved the fact that she wasn't invasive, however, she always reported back to Tamara, so I had to always be on my best behavior.
At the first shoot, I took two pictures for Edit magazine. I'm glad that one was over the room was hot. I changed and got into the limo with Jess and we drove over to my next shoot.
"So, you have an event this evening, it's mostly film stars that will be there. It will give you a chance to mingle with more people."
No response
"Um you also have a meeting tomorrow with some fashion designers who want to take a picture of you in their new clothing designs."
No response.
She sighed and closed her book. "Who is he?"
I looked at Jess and tensed up. Did she know something? And if she did is, she going to tell?
"That look says it all, he must be important if he's got you looking out the window and feeling bad."
"He's not important, he certainly doesn't think I am that's for sure," I grumbled crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back on the chair.
"Did he say that?" She tilted her head.
"Not in those words exactly but that's what he meant."
She leaned in put her hand on my arms and squeezed it. "You are worth more than gold. I don't know you well enough yet, but I can tell you have a lot of love to give someone, and if he's being a dick head. There are lots of other guys out there. Don't settle for less." She leaned back in her chair and opened her book back up.
I smile started to form on my face. She was kind, gentle, and someone I could talk to other than my friends and Tamara. But I had to make sure I could trust her.
"Um, can you not tell Tamara I like someone? I don't want to cause any problems." I calmly mumbled.
"My lips are sealed." She pretended to zip her lips.
