Her Secret Santa

By Sara Jayne

The Gift we all Deserve

Rose Jenkins has always been a model of good behaviour and is busy preparing for her perfect Happily Ever After, she has it all. A gorgeous fiance that works hard towards their future and her life plan well on track...Or does she?

When Rose is forced to face the fact that her fiancé is in fact a lying cheating scumbag, she decides to have some of the adventures, she has missed out on, by being a good girl.

Little does she know that Lady Love has other plans for her and try as she might, to be the bad girl of her
most secret fantasies...Rose has, in fact started a countdown to her best Christmas gift ever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sara Jayne
• Release date: Nov 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005919030

Sara Jayne

Hey there Lovelies.I am Sara and I'm here to share some delicious fantasies with you.I play dirty right here in the UK and you can follow my in all the usual social media hangouts.Just throw my name into the search bar and look for my favourite heels ;-)

Book preview

1

Rose – December 15th

Dear Diary…

Well, not gonna lie, this is a little weird. I haven't kept a diary since I was still a kid, and it feels kinda goofy now that I am writing, but I saw this sexy little book in the stationer’s and just… dunno, it caught my eye.

So… what shall we talk about, Diary? A catch-up is probably in order since it's been a while, fifteen years or more probably. I'm twenty-nine now and due to be married in the new year. Dan is just my dream guy in so many ways. He has a good job with an insurance company and earns well. He takes me out and treats me like a princess, well sometimes. Although, if I'm honest, none of my friends like him, and warned me that the golden treatment would stop after the engagement, it really hasn't... Mostly. He brings me flowers and we dance and laugh in the flat we're sharing. We're saving towards a deposit at the moment, to buy our own home, and so for now, Dan has moved in here with me. It's great to have someone to come home to and I really look forward to the next big step. Although, if I'm being really, really honest… Can you keep a secret, Diary? I sometimes wish I'd had a few more adventures before I found him. Is that awful? I do love Dan so very much, and he's everything I have always wanted, but when I'm sitting here, alone at night, while he works towards our future... I sometimes wish I had more colourful memories.

Oh, Diary, you must think me awful, but that’s the point of a secret diary, no? To let out the secrets locked inside, even if only between us.

Anyhow, I need to get on. Tomorrow night, I have pre-Christmas drinks with the girls planned, and so I need to get a reasonable amount of sleep, even if Dan isn't home yet :-(

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Rose ~ December 16th

I was talking to Gail just before, she started in again on the warnings about Dan. She says it's highly suspicious he didn't invite me to his work’s Christmas party, but of course it's tonight and I'm going out with the girls. I don't think that’s weird...Do you, Diary?

Besides he has never invited me to work functions, they'd be terribly boring. He comes home so drunk, and I know that’s because it’s so tedious, he has to have a drink to take the edge off. Talking shop, with stuck up CEOs and their PAs. No! I have always been thankful not to be included and have to endure that crap. I know he loves me; he always comes home. Even if the meetings do run beyond midnight sometimes. I just go off to bed and we have breakfast together in the morning. It's all good.

Looking forward to tonight, it should be a good laugh, we are out for dinner and then some drinks around town, wherever our feet take us.

OMG! Diary, I just... I have had... Tonight was...

I want to cry and to sing and... Is it even tonight? Maybe it’s tomorrow... Hell! I need to slee...

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Rose ~ December 17th

Urgh! My head is killing me.

Diary, I don't know where to start. My world is on its arse, I feel sick, shocked, fucking stupid, and weirdly... Free.

I said I was going out with the girls, didn't I? So, we met at the restaurant, Gail and I sat waiting for Amy and Dawn, as usual.

When they eventually arrived, we all sat down. Dinner was great, I hadn't seen Amy and Dawn for a few weeks, so it was great to catch up. They had some riotous stories to share about some of the customers at the club where they work that had us all in stitches and giggling like teenagers. It was a little awkward being out with the girls because I am the only one settling down for now, and so they all flirted mercilessly with every guy we encountered. It was quite a buzz actually, but since I have always been the shy one at the back, I am not normally thrown into the spotlight as such.

I have known Dawn, Amy, and Gail for years, well, since school as it happens. We all attended dance club together and became fast friends. Gail was a couple of years above me in school, which would make her about thirty-one now, I guess. Dawn was a year above me and Amy has been my best friend forever. We started nursery together after our mums met at toddler group, and then flung us together for play dates and sleepovers galore. Luckily, we were happy with that and my memories with Amy are awesome. I remember putting on shows that our mums and my sister would attend, clapping and cheering, as we twirled and giggled through a rambunctious retelling of whatever we'd been watching on telly that day. Mr. Benn flies to Button Moon, or maybe Fireman Sam saving Moomin from being eaten by the Gorgs when he visits Fraggle Rock...You get the idea.

So yeah, Amy and I decided to join the dance club at school in our second year. Two or three lessons in we were teamed up with Dawn and Gail for a project and that was that. I am so glad I have them, and God knows; there have been times I would have been completely lost without them. I don't think there is much I could tell them at this point that would be any kind of a surprise, but then such familiarity does have its drawbacks too. Like their combined dislike for my Dan and my proposal acceptance. Dawn says I have 'Daddy Issues' but then she is a second-year psychology degree student, so I think it might actually be the law for her to pass judgement now.

To briefly explain, Diary, I never knew my dad; he left my mum when I was two. I don't remember him at all and on the few occasions I have reached out to him, I have had my fingers burned. So, I stopped reaching. Casey was nearly seven when he left, and she remembers being glad he was gone. She told me all of her early memories are of arguments preceding the sound of breaking plates, followed quickly by the slamming of the front door. Casey said she would creep downstairs after the door had slammed and crawl into our mum’s lap wherever she found her. Usually that was clearing up whatever had been thrown, trying to hold back the tears and be strong for her children.

So yeah there is definitely a 'Daddy Issue' but I don't agree it colours my choice of men.

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So anyway, it seems the girls had all been secretly planning behind my back. We wandered down the high street; I thought we were looking for somewhere to start, when Amy grabbed a hold of me, squealing like a little girl in an ice cream parlour.

OMG! Look, there are male strippers on at The Civic, let’s go, that'll be novel! she laughed hysterically at her own humour, and started towing me towards the theatre.

Hang on, I thought we were having drinks, I stuttered. I have never really been into anything like that and it didn't seem right somehow, knowing Dan was enduring another office party.

No, No! It'll do you the world of good, babes, you need to live a little before you give yourself away, chimed Dawn, grabbing my other arm and steering me towards the entrance.

Evening, ladies. Tickets only tonight I'm afraid, said the bouncer winking at me.

Aww, Bobby, not even for me? wheedled Amy, pouting and placing her hand on his chest.

Rose really needs a shake-up in her life. You know? He looked me up and down, his mouth curling up on one side before winking at me again. I knew I was blushing furiously as the heat crept up the back of my neck and his smile grew, eyes twinkling with humour.

I imagine you'd love it, Darlin', once you loosen up a bit. Still tickets only though, sorry, girls, Bobby told us, just then Gail pushed forward without breaking Amy or Dawn’s hold on me.

Sorry, was chatting. I have tickets, 'VIP' tickets. She looked back at me and laughed at my frown. Bobby joined her laughing loudly as he realised, about the same time as me, that I had been well and truly set up. I suspect my friends secretly hate me, as they towed me into the theatre giggling like schoolgirls, and completely ignoring my protests.

I argued again that I thought we were just going out for drinks and Amy snorted.

You think there won't be a bar? I should have known then that it was going to be a night to be remembered, but I don't think even they could have predicted the added extras.

I will admit, Diary, I was a little excited about the show. The girls led me to a private roped-off area, right in front of the stage. I can only assume they'd been planning this a while, after everything that happened, I didn't actually ask. They had even organised waiter service, so we didn't need to go to the bar at all. We were greeted by a gorgeous-looking guy, wearing what amounted to not much more than a bow tie and jocks, who served us champagne on arrival and then brought our individual orders. After my initial shock, I was even able to focus on his face when he spoke to me. Gail, Dawn, and Amy laughed at my stunned expression as I took it all in, telling me I looked like a rabbit caught in headlights.

I propose a toast, announced Gail, raising her second glass of champagne. My friend looked directly at me and informed us we were toasting 'choosing the right path.' I'm still not sure what that meant. It may make sense later I suppose.

So the lights dimmed and the music started and Oh my giddy aunt! The first guy out was prancing around, and I felt so embarrassed to be staring at him, but I couldn't take my eyes away. Why are firemen so fit exactly?

The next dancer was wearing angel wings that left a flurry of feathers all over the stage, and our private box, after he fluttered and bounced right in Dawn’s face. Another couple of acts went past in a blur and then there was an announcement. I listened with interest as the MC told all the ladies in the audience, that he had a special guest in tonight, a girl who had made some big life choices and was taking herself off the market. I wondered idly how we had managed to score the VIP box if there was a Hen Party in the house. Suddenly, I was blinded and the girls all squealed, clapping and shoving me forward. I stumbled and tripped... Into one of the most ripped chests I had ever seen, let alone laid hands on, and I heard laughter over the sound system as strong arms steadied me. I looked up into vivid green eyes that sparkled with mischief. He took my hand and pulled me towards the stage.

Come on, Rose, let us show you what you'll be missing, he said, and the theatre erupted with whooping and cheering. My green-eyed god showed me to a stool, centre stage and with a wink and a kiss on the cheek, sauntered off leaving me alone. The lights dimmed and as the music started again, I heard footsteps behind my seat. I could see the girls giggling and cooing, waving at me and then laughing as I shook my head.

You'll be fine, Little Flower, said a deep voice in my ear, the southern Irish lilt and familiarity implied made me gasp and he chuckled lightly.

Don't be afraid, we don't bite... Much! he laughed and then the show began. The boys did a marvellous job of distracting me, I must say. I couldn't keep my eyes on anyone in particular as they gyrated around the stage, whipping the crowd into a lusty frenzy. I had bulges thrust into my face, one guy sat in my lap, and another took my hands and had me stroke down his chest, pulling away at the last moment to dance off, just as we reached the top of his shorts. To say I was hot and bothered by the end was an understatement. As I was escorted off stage again though, I felt my high slip away, taking in the faces of my very best friends in the world. Amy was arguing with Dawn about telling me something, and Gail just looked...well, horrified, but at the same time completely unsurprised. Gail stepped aside without taking her eyes off me, the only one who had seen me coming, and I had poked my head between Amy and Dawn, looking down as I did so.

Tell me what? I asked, breaking off with a gasp, as I took in the image on Dawn’s phone.

The world around me faded away as I stared at the phone, not wanting to see and unable to erase the image. I was looking at someone’s social media posts from an office party. The photo had been taken around a door, judging by the wonky angle of it, and showed a couple going at it over a photocopier. That's not what shocked me though, office flings happen all the time, I'm not a moron, or so I thought. What shocked me was to spot that the girl had her hands tied behind her back, using the exact same Christmas novelty tie I had given Dan this morning for his party. The girl in the picture was bent forward over the photocopier, skirt up around her waist and hands tied behind her back as she was serviced from behind. From the look on her face, I would say she was loving every minute. It was the second picture that destroyed me though. Dawn silently scrolled down; the next image showed that the snooper had been spotted as Dan had turned to the camera to flip the bird, still balls deep into his conquest. I turned, leaving the theatre without a second thought, no coat, no friends. I just walked out and left them, placing one foot in front of the other until the cheers faded. I was vaguely aware that Bobby spoke to me as I left the building, but I have no idea what he said. I turned a corner and simply walked. The image burned into my brain and searing me with its venom. Dan. My Dan! The cheating! Lying! Bastard! All the times I had waited home for him, two and