Lion’s Mate by Lilly Wilder EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Lilly Wilder
- Language: English
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Every time it happened, I swore it would be the last time. But
that was the problem with guys like Harry – or, I guess, girls like me.
I don’t like confrontation, and I don’t like dishonesty.
have, never will. I got enough of that growing up, what with my mom
cheating on my dad every chance she got and lying to his face about it,
telling me she’d give me five bucks if I didn’t tell daddy about all my
mom’s ‘late night friends’. Dad wasn’t much better, to be perfectly
honest. The only affair he had was with his best friend Jack Daniels,
but damn, did he have it often.
When I left home at sixteen, I swore to myself I would, first of all,
never let myself get trapped in a terrible marriage like my parents had,
and secondly, that I wouldn’t waste my time with liars. Lying took so
much energy, and time, and effort. And for what? A cheap little thrill?
Not for me, thanks.
I had enough money when I left to get me a bus ticket out of
Nowheresville, Texas, and to Las Vegas. The bright lights and constant
bustle of Fremont Street, the shows and highways clogged like arteries,
and the sprawl of life in the middle of the desert appealed to me.
Between backstage prop hauling, busywork for restaurant kitchens,
and handing out flyers for shows to tourists, there was never a
shortage of places who needed to hire a cute and approachable teenage
girl without asking too many questions.
I made enough to pay for a room share for the first three years,
and then I moved into my own apartment a few miles away from the
Venetian hotel, where I worked as a cocktail waitress. It wasn’t the
most glamorous life, and it certainly wasn’t the quietest life, but it was
mine. It was a life I had made for myself, and no one was going to take
that away from me.
I vowed that I wouldn’t end up like my parents. The problem
was, at least at that age, not being like my parents meant being…
lonely. Really, really lonely. Vegas was full of beautiful people but they
all had something to hide, or something they wanted to forget about
back home. Men had affairs with five-figure escorts, women gambled
away their alimony checks, kids barely old enough to smoke stumbled
around getting wasted on cheap liquor from anyone that would sell it
Vegas was beautiful, and it was exciting, but it was fake.
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