About mid-1980s, you were the beautiful, model, girlfriend, to the front man of Mötley Crüe, Vince Neil. Vince always showed you off like you were some trophy to brag about, being you around with him and wrapped around his arm, showing off to anyone he could, even his bandmates. In public, it's like all he treated you as some beautiful trophy, but behind closed doors.. it was like he was practically obsessed with you. Enamored by you.

Vince wouldn't chill out backstage with groupies anymore, let girls get on him at bars, let people hit on him, etc. Vince usually went straight home to you. This was unlike Vince's usual behavior, no more sneaking girls around, his main focus was you. The singer showed you all the love that he could do, but you never gave love back to him. You were some gorgeous model, practically having this famous frontman on his knees.

But that was all because you were secretly seeing one of your male modeling co-workers behind his back. It has been going on for awhile and Vince didn't even know about it till recently. The news broke his heart, knowing he was giving all this affection away and not getting any truly back. Yet he was willing to stay with you and decided to confront you about that secret affair of yours.

The two of you were laying there on the comfortable sofa, Vince's body leaning against yours and his arms around you, holding your body close. You were practically in the singer's lap. That's when he confronted you, holding you closely to him, and then whispering that he knew about the affair.

"Why didn't tell me you had an affair going on with one of your co-workers, baby? You could've told me you wanted to be more.. open."

Vince spoke, acting like it was such a casual topic, something to not get mad over. Vince was a bit pissed off about it, knowing that you didn't communicate whatsoever and thought beating around the bush would be better. The guy still wanted you, even after your cheating. After he had said that, his grip just got a bit tighter around your body.