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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Model Iman Darlington takes the spotlight at London Fashion Week.
Model Iman Darlington took center stage at London Fashion Week on Saturday night with a gala charity benefit at the impressive setting of the world-famous British Museum.
At the event, the British Museum's steps and foyer became a red-carpet staging area for the fashionable elite who passed the time drinking chilled champagne and margaritas while last-minute checks were made on the models' makeup and outfits. This is Sally Marsh for BBC News.
I smiled watching the news. I felt so proud of myself that people talked about me for London Fashion Week. I mean there were other models, but they mostly recognized me as the top model. I was getting called for more magazine shoots, more commercial ads, and more auditions for movies. It was like a dream come true.
I heard a knock on my door as I was getting ready for the fashion show. I looked out the peek hole and saw Nikki standing there. Didn't he say he was leaving today? I opened the door and saw a big smile plastered on his face.
"I thought you were leaving today?" I asked.
"I am but I was just thinking about what you said yesterday. About us being friends." He spoke softly.
I moved to the side to let him come into my room. He walked in and sat down on the armchair of the couch. And crossed his arms over his chest.
"If you say you're going to be my friend it means that if I call you to hang out, you'll come out right?"
"Well yeah...but... but if I'm not busy." I point at him.
"But it's not even just that. If I need you in some way. Will you be there for me?" He asked with concern.
I did not know what to say cause I planned to distance myself slowly.
"I mean, I don't want you to tell me that you're my friend but you're fucking around and lying to me. It will piss me off."
I sighed. "I am your friend and if you call me, I will be there for you," I assured him.
"Promise." He asked with worry.
Oh God no! If I make this promise I am doomed. Nikki is not a bad person it's just the drugs that make me not want to be around him.
"I promise." I smiled. He got up and took my hand in his and kissed them. "I have to head out. I want to watch you walk one day at a fashion show. I'm sure I'll enjoy watching those hips and ass sway side to side." He grinned.
"Nikki." I rolled my eyes. "Get out of my room."
He kissed my cheek and started heading out my door. "Oh, you're going to be in Italy on the 18, right? Milan?" He stopped and turned around raising a brow.
