Beyond The Leather

Chapter 21: Needy Nikki

A little smut warning

February 11, 1986

I was thinking a lot about Nikki and what happened between us yesterday. I know he said he did not want to be my boyfriend, so I was wondering to myself what we were. I mean imagine if we did have sex yesterday, what would that make us? Two people who are just having casual sex. That is not the type of person I am.

"Earth to Iman we are waiting for you to walk!" The director yelled.

I snapped out of my thoughts and realized I was on the catwalk at rehearsals. I started strutting down the aisle and smiling like I was not just daydreaming... how embarrassing. I turned and walked back to the back of the stage and into the back room.

"Girl, are you ok? Cause it doesn't seem like you're here?" Rachel asks with worry.

"I am... I just have a lot of things on my mind." I say putting my hand on my hips and pacing around the room.

"Like what?" She stopped me from pacing by putting her hands on my shoulders.

I could not tell Rachel, as much as I wanted to talk to her, she would call me disgusting for even thinking about Nikki Sixx. And I did not need her thinking about me like that.

"Don't worry about it Rach I'm good." I laugh sarcastically.

"All right ladies great rehearsals see you tomorrow at the same time 9 am!" The director yelled.

We left the venue and headed into the limo. The girls were all talking about the fashion show and excited about dress rehearsals coming up. I rolled my eyes and just looked out the window. I was annoyed because once again I was thinking about Nikki rather than thinking about fashion week. When we reached the hotel, I quickly ditched the girls I wanted to call Lisa and talk to her about the situation that was going on. She is the only one who knew about me and Nikki and our drama. I stood at my door looking in my purse for my key when I heard my door open.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I yelled.

"Surprise!" He smirked. "I have a day off today. I didn't realize it." He moved to the side so I could come in.

"Yeah because you were probably coked out of your mind." I walked in and put my purse down. I looked at him and crossed my arms over my chest. "Now again what the hell are you doing in my room? I repeat.

"I flirted with the hotel clerk and she let me in your room." He shrugged.

This guy is something else.

I raised my brows and bit the side of my cheek. "How did you know I was in London and what hotel I was staying in? Cause I know it is not by coincidence that you're here? You planned this!" I point out.

He grins smugly and shakes his head. He walks over to my couch and sits down, kicking his feet up and on the table and changing the channel to MTV.

"I have a better question who's Derek Richards?" He looks at me with an unamused look on his face.

"W... who?" I asked trying to play it cool.

He chuckles. "Princess don't play me for a fool." His lips then go straight, and his eyes turn a dark shade of green. He stands up and walks towards me hovering over me. "Who's Derek?" He asks again but this time with a very deep voice.

I dry gulp. "He's a friend, Nikki, just a friend." I softly mumble.

Is it weird that I find him attractive even though he scares the hell out of me when he is possessive and intimidating?

"He better be." He grazed my bottom lip with his thumb. "I don't like sharing what belongs to me." He leans in and kisses my forehead then my nose and then my lips. It was a very needy kiss. I moan into his lips as he deepens the kiss. He puts his arms around my waist then backs me up into the wall pressing and grinding himself onto me. I moan at the feeling of his erection causing me to become wet.