A Diary About Us

Prologue

Las Vegas, Nevada
Six Years Ago

     Ugh!

     There were already five people who approached and offered to buy her a drink. But Lilianney Rose Crawford all refused them.

     Some were men enough to accept rejection, but others, like men and their huge egos sneered with their bruised pride after all the leering they sent her way – especially the last one who looked at her with condescension and muttered something like spoiled brat under his stinking breath, obviously referring to her.

     Lily shivered in disgust as the said man left but not before giving her a lewd sneer that made her flesh crawl. Talk about the worst night but Lily was at a popular club in Vegas, known more for its untamed party along with some celebrity spotting rather than its luxurious design. It wasn’t the usual place and the scene she preferred but what the hell, she was in Vegas, the Sin City. So she might as well sucked up her primly self – that was the better word than prudish her bestfriend would call her whenever Lily would be too attentive to propriety rather than let loose – and let her hair down, so to speak, because tonight, she was celebrating her independence.

     However, as it turned out, her bestfriend Vicky bailed out on her the last minute, something about boyfriend emergency.

     Ugh! Vicky was so going to pay for abandoning her right now.

     Lily took a huge sip of her screwdrivers, and then sighed. And now she was left alone at the bar, fending off presumptuous men that thought her lush blonde hair was enough indicators that she was an easy lay. Geez, talk about being blonde and people’s presumptions about it, Lily had had enough about it already that she learned not to give any thought about it.

     She heaved another sigh and glanced at her watch. Nine-thirty was too early to get out of the club; it’s not even been an hour since she came in, but what the heck? She’s just making herself miserable by the second as she sat by the bar. Downing the last of her drink, Lily gathered her purse when she felt a presence behind her.

     What now, another pervert? Lily closed her eyes momentarily and groaned in frustration.

     “Let’s dance,” the deep voice whispered against the back of her head, raising goose bumps on her exposed arms.

     She twirled around in response; ready to give the audacious man her piece of mind but the moment her blue ones met steel gray eyes, the scathing diatribe on her tongue died. Holy cow! The said man was gorgeous.

     Lily actually felt her throat drying-up as she stared at the particular species of a man in front of her. From where she came from, they seldom make his kind and it was a shame really. Tall and built with floppy jet black hair obscuring his forehead along with that five o’clock shadow on his face that was making her skin tingle. She drew in a steadying breath. He was so unlike the prim and proper, clean-shaven men her dearest mother used to pair her up with. Nope, this one definitely had a different energy vibrating within him that’s revving up her pulse in awareness.

     And those eyes, heavens help her, those piercing gray eyes looking like he was staring at her soul, was enough to short-circuit her brain and temporary made her forget that she didn’t appreciate him crowding her personal space.

     But those kissable lips twitching, like he found something amusing, was enough for her sanity to came back in full force. And so Lily glared at the man before her. His handsome face broke into a grin.

     And to think she just thought his lips were kissable. Ugh!

     “No,” she finally told him as she found her voice. She glared at him one more time for good measure as she tried to side-stepped around him but he didn’t budge.