Dishing The Dirt: Nikki Sixx • Mötley Crüe •

Chapter 67: Lonely Hearts Club

Vanity's POV:
I'm guessing you guys probably don't like me very much already, huh? It's no surprise, everyone is team Liv these days. But look, this was just Hollywood okay? We were all stepping stones. Everybody fucked everybody and then fucked them over just to get to where they wanted to be. Now, I'm not saying that was my plan with Nikki. I mean, let's be honest - leaving Prince, who I was sure as shit was the love of my life, for Nikki Sixx wasn't exactly an upgrade was it? the only accomplishment he ever really had was marrying a household name like Olivia's.

I was cleaning the place up after another one of our drug binges. They were great and all but we'd just get so high and get into fights. We'd scream at each other, throw things, smash things. It wasn't healthy but, I guess it's what we called love. It was cheap love, we both knew deep down our hearts belonged to other people but our hunger for drugs was way more intense than you could ever imagine. But, that's why we worked. It was codependency at it's finest. I supplied the drugs and Nikki fed me the illusion he loved me.

Nikki asked me to move in with him 5 days after we started officially dating and of course I wasn't going to say no, I was crashing at my friends place since Prince kicked me out. But, I was so sick of seeing Olivia's stuff everywhere. I'd been classy and reserved so far but this was my home now and I hated the fact she was still lingering like a bad smell.

I was in the kitchen, reorganising the cupboards, throwing out rotten groceries and all the crockery and glasses that weren't to my taste. I'd moved onto the drawers. The cutlery draw and spice draw looked as if it had never even been touched, but the rest were full of junk.

I emptied it all out onto the island and started sifting through it, trying to organise it into piles. Paperclips... stapler... pens... screwdrivers... paperwork.

I started looking through the papers, I guess it was just to snoop and see if I could get any dirt on Liv that I could anonymously sell to someone for a quick buck, but I guess the joke was on me when I pulled out the unsigned divorce papers I'd told Nikki to sign.

I felt so overcome with anger. I'd already done interviews about our engagement and started planning our wedding but that wasn't going to be happening if he didn't sign these damn papers! God damn it, all I wanted was for Olivia to get out of my freaking way.

Nikki's POV:
"Nikki!?"

I continued playing my bass and attempted to block Vanity's voice out as I tried to come up with the tune for a new song I'd written called Keep Your Eye On The Money. I thought it would be quite fitting considering Liv fired her shots with what I could only consider to be a chart topping break up anthem featuring Prince, literally called "f*ck you" since I was taking her for everything she was worth in this god damn divorce.

I heard her kitten heels click against the marble floor tiles in a hurry and the door swung open. "Hey! I've been calling you!" She said with so much hostility.

I closed my eyes and sighed in frustration at the sound of Vanity's voice. I could tell from the tone of it that she was ready to start some shit.

"God damn it Vanity. What!? What is it now!?" I snapped back.

She pulled her head back and arched her eyebrow. I shrugged my shoulders as I glared at her.

"I thought I told you to sign these" she said as she held up the divorce papers.

I groaned and turned away from her. I started playing a few chords when she slammed the door behind her and stormed towards me. She stood in front of me with her hand on her hip, holding the papers out at me.

"Excuse fucking you!" I said, raising my voice as I looked her up and down, looked at the door and glared back at her.

I don't know who the fuck she thought she was slamming doors in my home like that!