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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Warning: Violence
Tuesday, October 3rd, 1989, LA
Nighttime...
"There is nothing to watch on TV." I groaned flipping through the channels. "Here you look for something." I tossed the remote over to Jade.
"Iman seriously, if you can't find anything what makes you think I can." She spoke dryly.
Me and Jade sat in my house laying around bored out of our minds. I came back from fashion week yesterday and you would not believe the several messages Heather left me on my answer machine. Let's just say I'm her least favorite person in the world right now. I decided to stay indoors today and maybe tomorrow to let things cool down for myself. I don't want Nikki or any of those guys to find me. Before the year is over, I'll probably call Heather.
"So, I saw Mel in Paris." I smiled looking at Jade.
"No fucking way!"
"Yeah, the guy is nice old but nice."
"Shit girl, I heard he has money." She says leaning in close to me.
"He does, but he loves her. He was so sweet to her. And they live in a big house."
"Lucky her, I mean we can't be models forever aka why not go after a rich guy right." She laughed humorously.
"She's not with him for the money, she loves him. I could see it in her eyes, and she was really upset with you and Rachel because she asked for my number and you girls refused to give it to her." I hiss.
"It was Rachel ok; I just went along with it. You know how Rachel is she turned all the other girls against Mel, and she would have done the same thing to me."
I sighed and shook my head. "Well I invited her to my Birthday, and she didn't want to come because of you two."
"Yeah well, that's not my problem." She snapped harshly. "Rachel would have gotten pissed off."
"Speaking of Rachel, she tells me you're talking to some rocker guy?" I question tilting my head.
"Of course, she did." She snorted. "She doesn't know how to keep her fucking mouth shut."
