The very last thing that Christine Hill expected was the exponential success of Mötley Crüe-the band she loved to hate.
And she never would've surmised that she'd be dragged-kicking and fucking screaming, by the nape of her neck-along for the wilde...
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Warning(s): smut, mentions of drug abuse
Words failed me.
I scrunched my face up in complete and utter disgust as I watched, and listened to, Nikki and Tommy talk to the hot, busty, red-head who was interviewing them for the French radio station that Doc was determined to get the band on.
Nikki's sleazy smirk forced my body to shake with nothing but rage, and his sick laugh fueled me. I wanted to vomit. But maybe my sickness might've been more to do with the fact that I was almost a week clean of heroin and withdrawals were violently kicking my ass.
I took a pull from the water I had been handed by one of the producers at the studio and prayed to whatever omnipotent being that the segment was going to be over soon and I was finally going to be able to head back to the hotel to rest.
"And finally" she smiled at Nikki, pushing her golden locks over her shoulder to further accentuate the cleavage threatening to spill out of her powder pink dress, "I see that you are no longer wearing a wedding band. Does that mean that Nikki Sixx is officially single?"
I griped to myself. She knew that he wasn't single. She had eyed me on numerous occasions throughout the interview, making suggestive comments towards my husband.
His dull hues watched my face contort to the most disgusted expression as it had taken him much too long to answer. As he hesitated over his response, I saw something flash through him, and an innocent smile started to pluck at his lips.
Nikki shook his head. "No, I'm not single. If I was single, I'm sure everyone would know about it by now" she began to nod, peering over her shoulder at me and my smug mood.
"But the wedding band?"
"What about the wedding band?" He countered with brows raised. "I never wear it because my wife always plays hell with me when I take it off before I practice, or go on stage, and forget where I put it."
"And why do you take it off?" She pursed her plump lips together as she expected him to retort a very sleazy response. Something along the lines of "I take it off so groupies don't think I'm tied down."
But he just scoffed and turned to Tommy before he turned back to her. "I take it off because I don't want to lose it, or scratch it. I just wanted to keep it safe. But because I kept forgetting where I put it, Christine, mywife, got me this chain that my wedding band sits in the middle of."
He pulled the sterling silver jewelry from underneath his white shirt and I swooned, never realizing that he wore that gift as often as he did.
"Does that answer your question, sweetheart?"
Her lips parted ever so slightly at his curt words, quickly directing her attention to Tommy as she chose to ignore my husband's unpleasant tone.
