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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Sunday, December 31st, 1989
"Why can't we just meet up after our separate New Year's party!?" I yelled to Nikki sitting at my vanity applying my makeup.
"Because I want to spend New Year's Eve and New Year's with you before I head back on tour!" He yelled back from my living room.
"Ugh, my God," I growled in annoyance.
I had a New Year's party that I wanted to attend with my friends Rachel, Jade, and some other girlies. We were going to go to a pub. But as soon as I showed Nikki what I was going to be wearing, all hell broke loose. It was a loose-fitted silver dress with a bare back. It became a choice for him to come with me to the pub with his friends or for me to go to his party. Well obviously, I'm going to choose his party, I don't want my friends to see me with Nikki just yet. They would never let me hear the end of it. I know what you guys are thinking... Iman you are being a b***h, well I'm still working on not listening or caring about what other people have to say about me and my choices. I promise you I will get there.
"What kind of music are they going to be playing there?" I complain as I drag my feet to the living room.
"What do you think?" Nikki says sitting on my couch and staring at my TV changing the channels.
"Rock is boring." I huff.
"Mani s-" He turns to me and stops talking when he sees me standing by the wall looking at him. He looks me up and down with a sly smirk starting to form on his face. "And you want me to let you go to a pub dressed like that?"
"Well...yes." I folded my arms and sneered.
"Are you even wearing panties?" He questions.
"Yes, Nik." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not trashy."
He scoffed then got off the couch and walked towards me. He lifted my dress and saw that I was wearing a black G string then let it fall back down.
"Happy," I said sarcastically.
"Mani, you just want to go there so you can dance with different guys," Nikki said crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't listen to reggae, but I know how girls dance when it comes on."
"No, I don't, and that's all music, Nikki. Girls grind on guys with whatever is playing."
"Well you can go to the pub, but I'm coming too. And so are the rest of the Motley boys and some other rockers." He grins smugly.
"Rrrrrr Nikki," I whine.
"Your ass belongs on my crotch and mine only."
"Oh my God Nikki." I chuckle humorously and hide my face.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He scoffs.
He moves towards me then wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around his neck.
