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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May 30, 1986
Beverly Hills, California
The plan worked, we just landed back in LA on Derek's dad's private jet. I told Jess I would be out with Derek for the rest of the day and night at his art gallery. She didn't put up a fight about it, neither did Tamara, and neither did my mom. It seemed to me like they liked Derek. I guess that is because he's just like me. He did not smoke or do drugs and he was a model citizen. Derek is the kind of guy that your parents want you to bring home. He dressed decent, he always smelt good, and he stayed away from the bad crowds. He could be a snob at times, but then again so could I. I guess it is because of the way we grew up.
But anyway, a limo picked us up at the airport and we headed over to Derek's home. We pulled up to his driveway and his home was huge. "Are your parents' home?"
"No, they took a trip to Paris." The chauffeur opened the door for us and Derek like the gentleman that he is took my hand and helped me out. He motioned for his butler to grab the bags out of the car.
We got into his house and it was beautiful. This is how a home is supposed to look. The decor was incredible the house was gold and white, my type of colors. "Derek your house is beautiful," I said with wide eyes while walking around.
"Well, one day we can have a house like this." He replies looking at me.
I smiled and blushed and scratched the back of my neck.
"Um, so where should I put my stuff?" I asked not looking at him.
"Paisley." He called out. A woman came walking into the room.
"Hi Mr. Richards, you're back. And who's this lovely lady." She motioned towards me smiling.
"This is Iman Darlington, but you'll address her as Miss. Darlington. Take her bags to the room she's staying in."
"Yes sir." She walked over to pick my bags up.
"Oh no I can get my bags; you can just show me to my room thank you." I smiled at her.
Just because you have servants does not mean you should have them carry your stuff. I have two hands so I can carry my bags.
"Ok, right this way Miss. Darlington." She led and I followed.
We walked upstairs to a hall that had all their family pictures hanging off the wall. It seemed that Derek was an only child. I could not imagine life without siblings or my sisters.
"This is your room, Miss. Darlington." She opened the door to lead me in.
"Thank you I appreciate it. And please call me Iman." I lifted my hand for her to shake.
"You're so sweet dear, way too sweet for Derek." She said shaking my hand and making a face. She walked out of the room closing the door behind her.
