Twenty Eight

By Kensingtyn Leigh

"It was just a fun night out with friends to celebrate my birthday, noone could have known that night would change my life forever. Everything is happening so fast, I have gone from having a quiet, boring life to the chaotic, drama filled mess it is now. It will all be worth it if Jake and I get our happily ever after... at least I hope it will all be worth it."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483674353

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Copyright © 2013 by Kensingtyn Leigh.

Library of Congress Control Number:      2013913255

ISBN:                  Hardcover                         978-1-4836-7434-6

                Softcover                            978-1-4836-7433-9

                            Ebook                                 978-1-4836-7435-3

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Rev. date: 09/16/2013

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Dedication

To my wonderful husband—

I wanted to get you an amazing gift for our 10th anniversary. You are impossible to buy for though. I decided to write an erotic novel based on our first year together.

My life with you and our furry kids is better than I ever dreamed my life would be. I owe it all to you. Ten years ago you talked me into saying I Do. Thank you!

I love you! Happy Anniversary!

Chapter 1

Twenty eight years old today. Wow, I thought my life would be so different. I thought by now I would be in a long term relationship with two dogs in the house, two cars in the garage and a steady job. I am not even close, which I should not be surprised. Not much has ever turned out how I thought it would in my life. So many mistakes, so many things I wish I could do over. I am pretty sure someone my age is not supposed to have so many regrets. I wish I could go back and do it all over, how I would do it all different. But, I can’t. So, here I am at 28 years old today with no boyfriend, a new job that I do not love and a lonely two bedroom apartment with my pet fish.

The last thing I want to do tonight is celebrate my birthday. Somehow I have already celebrated three times this week. I just want to put on my pajamas, curl up on the couch and recover from the week’s events. But, my friend, Ana, is not going to let that happen. She is not about to let me sit at home by myself on my birthday. So, here I am, in my bathroom getting ready to go out.

I curse my blonde curly hair that resists my attempts to straighten it like I am an exorcist. After 45 minutes it is ok but definitely not perfect. It will have to do though, I am running late. I quick finish my makeup, pull on a pair of dark jeans and a short sleeve purple shirt, my favorite color, and I am out the door. Thankfully, I live where it takes 15 minutes to get across town, so I am not late enough to be considered rude, just fashionable, as they say.

We are meeting at a dive bar that supposedly has a great band playing tonight. When I walk in I see Ana sitting at a table with some of our friends. As I head over to the table I notice there is someone new, someone I have never seen before. Seriously, the last thing I want to do tonight is have to meet new people. The whole pretend to care about where they are from and what they do, blah blah blah. I do not have it in me after the week I’ve had. As I go to sit down at the table, Ana waves me over to a spot she has reserved for me. Of course, it is right across from newbie. Let the introductions begin.

Ana introduces us to each other, Amber this is Jake, Jake this is Amber. He says hi to me in a way that would suggest he was a member of his school’s cheer team. Holy crap, that is going to be annoying to sit across from all night. Now I cannot help but smile as I look at him though. I cannot get the image of the Spartan cheerleaders from Saturday Night Live out of my head. God, this is why people think I am such a bitch. Probably a super nice guy and, in my head, I am mocking him. People are right, I am a bitch.

Now that I have had a chance to sit across from him for a few minutes, he is cute. Not in a Rock God kind of way, but in a Homecoming King sort of way. His hair is dark sandy blonde, cut super short, like a buzz cut. His eyes are a light hazel, nothing noticeable and average build. But, his smile is ridiculous. His smile is adorable and sexy at the same time, with a dimple on one side. We sit and talk for a while about the usual first meeting questions, where you from, how long have you lived here, what do you do, nothing exciting. The band is playing a slow song and I am beginning to feel a little nervous. What the hell, I am not the kind to be nervous around pretty much anyone, but I cannot stop. I am wondering if he is going to ask me to dance, what, am I back in junior high, this is ridiculous. I have barely met the guy, know nothing about him that you cannot google in two seconds, and he makes me nervous.

He takes my hand and I think my heart beat jumped to 200 beats a minute. Seriously, now I am annoyed with myself. All it takes to make my heart race is for this guy I barely know to hold my hand. Good Lord, this is humiliating. We walk out onto the dance floor and he puts his arm around me, my heart stops, or at least I think it did. All I am thinking is, I hope he cannot see how anxious I am, and that he is unbelievably cute with that adorable smile of his that seems to be a permanent part of his facial structure. The song stopped but he has not let go of me, everyone else is leaving the dance floor and he is still dancing with me. Until that is, our friends come over and tell us it is time for birthday shots. Oh Lord, after all the alcohol I have had this week, the last thing I need is another shot. But, we all cheers and I am drinking it anyway.

We are all sitting at the table talking, drinking and enjoying more birthday shots when we hear the bartender yell that it’s last call. What! It can’t be, there is no way we have been here that long. But, the clock on the wall disagrees with me and it is in fact last call. Ana comes over and points out that she gave my car keys to Jake when I first got to the bar. She motions to him and informs me that he will drive me home. It occurs to me that I need to make a mental note to keep better track of my keys. We have been at the bar for hours and it never crossed my mind that I did not have them. As we are all getting up to leave, Ana comes back over to Jake and I and asks if we want to party. I’m up for it and so is Jake, Ana tells us we will all meet back at their townhouse, she just has to swing by and pick up her boyfriend before she comes home. Everyone in our group of friends is pretty close so I still cannot figure out how Ana has been roommates with this guy for the last year and none of us have ever met him. How has he not been at the bar or the same party as us before? I will have to get the story on that from Ana later. Jake and I hop into my car and off we go to the townhouse. It does not occur to me that he is probably in no shape to be driving until we are already half way there. No point in saying anything about it now, let’s just hope we make it to our destination safe and without having to get bail money.

We get back to the townhouse and sit down on the couch to wait for Ana and her boyfriend. After a while, with still no sign of Ana, Jake asks if I want a tour. We get up to see the place and the cutest black and white shih-tzu is closely following behind. It is a nice place, especially for a rental. The main floor has a good sized living room, dining area with a big, beautiful mahogany antique table and a decent kitchen. Ana’s bedroom and bathroom are on the main floor just off of the living room. The lower level has another living room, bedroom, bathroom, and laundry closet with a washer and dryer. Basically, Ana lives upstairs and Jake lives downstairs. As far as rental properties go and having to live with a roommate, this setup looks like it would be ideal.

The thing that strikes me more than anything about the place is how clean the lower level is where Jake lives. It is not just neat, or an acceptable clean for a bachelor. No, everywhere is immaculate. The floors are vacuumed, tables have no dust, living room set has no stains and it’s cream and light tan no less, bedroom has no clothes on the floor and the bathroom looks like something you see in a magazine. Holy crap, this guy is totally OCD when it comes to cleaning. That just made me up my ranking of him to super hottie.

I am not obsessed, but I definitely make sure my apartment is clean and organized at all times. I make sure to never leave the house in the morning without making my bed. I have even been late to work and a couple of appointments because I would not leave the house before I made the bed. I am afraid that if something happens to me and someone has to go into my apartment, if they see my bed is not made, they will think I am a messy person. That is the farthest thing from the truth, well, at least when it comes to keeping a clean apartment. Everything else in my life is a disaster.

Wait a minute, he is cheerleader happy, a decent dancer, keeps his place super clean, has a cute little dog and Ana mentioned he is a great cook. Oh my God, of course, he’s gay. That is just great, I have butterflies and am crushing on a guy who chooses to play for his own team. I am going to kill Ana for leaving me with this guy and obviously bailing on me for the rest of the night since she still is not home. Now what do I do, I am in no shape to drive home so I am stuck with super hottie gay guy until I wake up in the morning. Might as well lie down and go to sleep.

His couch looks like as good of a place to go to sleep as anywhere else. As I am lying down his cute little shih-tzu, Maddy, comes over and licks my hand. She is so cute that I cannot resist getting on the floor to cuddle with her. Jake and I are talking while I am now lying on the floor petting Maddy, nothing spectacular, just talking when out of nowhere he says, if you’re not going to give her a kiss Maddy, then I will. Before I can even process what he just said, he has picked me up off the floor and pulled me into this amazingly passionate and wonderful kiss. So, my bad, not gay, yeah for me. Ana you are off my shit list, and I have to remember to thank you for the best birthday present ever.

As Jake and I are still kissing, I cannot help but think how he is even a great kisser. Of course he would be though, that perfect smile is not just for looks, it is useful. He is sitting on the floor and I am now straddling him while we continue to kiss passionately. His tongue is soft as it touches mine, and so are his lips. He is kissing me very soft and tender but with this unbelievable passion as he explores the inside of my mouth with his tongue. It is crazy how horny it is making me. I force myself to pull away and stop for a minute, I need to take a little time to clear my head and think straight.

I tell myself over and over, do not sleep with him tonight. Being a one night stand with super hottie will not be a great way to start twenty eight. Everyone I know will find out when Ana tells them and I will get so much shit for hooking up with Ana’s roommate on my birthday. Ok, then the kissing has to end, we need to find something else to do to occupy our night.

I am so turned on right now there is no way I am going to sleep, if he keeps kissing me like that there is no way I am going to be able to say no and we will be naked in no time. I am a pretty honest person so I tell him I do not want to sleep with him tonight, but if we continue making out I am going to have no will power left to say no so we need to go do something else. He holds me to his lap for a minute and says something about why would I give up that kind of invitation. But, ultimately, he releases me from his grip so we can stand up. Let’s go find something else to do with the rest of the night.

We head upstairs and sit on the couch. Jake and I are talking to be able to find out more about each other when a brilliant idea pops into my head. Ana needs to pay for blowing me off on my birthday after inviting me over to her house to party, damn girl and her boyfriend with the vibrating tongue ring. Well, to be honest, if I had a boyfriend with a vibrating tongue ring no one would ever see me again. I totally understand why she blew me off but it does not mean she is not going to have to pay for it. It is just a matter of how I am going to make her pay.

I start to look around the house for some