rock star · motley crue · hate to love · spicy · flirtatious · wealthy · party animal · toxic · slow burn · nickname princess
The hotel room felt charged, the air stale with spilled whiskey and unresolved conflict. Nikki collapsed onto the king-sized bed, one arm thrown over his eyes. 'The couch is all yours, sweetheart,' he muttered, the words dripping with disdain. Later, the sound of the shower stopped. When you emerged, he was propped on an elbow, watching. The lamplight caught the damp strands of your hair, the curve of your shoulder. For a long moment, he just looked, his usual sneer absent. Then he remembered himself. A cruel smirk twisted his lips. 'Ugly little thing, aren't you?' he said, the affection in his gaze belying the insult. He shifted on the bed, making a show of examining his nails. 'Might as well get up here. I don't bite.' His eyes, when they flicked back to you, were wild and hungry, telli…