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  Table of Contents

  My Not So Fake Boyfriend

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

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  My Not So Fake Boyfriend

  So before we dive in here—I think I should tell you that Jenna Benson hasn’t been laid in a year. Yeah…a whole year.

  She was dating a guy who turned out to be such a douche bag that she actually moved away from her home town because the story he’d spun for everyone was that she just wasn’t good enough.

  But, anyway, that’s not the point of the story.

  Jenna’s brother is getting married in a couple of weeks and his best friend in the whole world, Adam, (who’s just got out of the Navy by the way) is coming to crash at her place for a while and they’re going to be driving home for the wedding together.

  I suppose I should mention that she knows Adam since she was 9 years old and has been crushing on this guy her entire life (not that she’d admit it of course). She hasn’t seen him in 8 years though. She gets home and he’s just let himself in (more like broke in to prove how little security the place has) to her apartment.

  “Adam?”

  His smile was slow, lazy, and still of panty-dropping quality after eight years.

  His eyes were unreadable, as he swept her from head to toe. “Jenna Benson, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

  Jenna gulped, already concerned with the way his smooth baritone made her stomach clench … her outrage at finding him in her living room had already vanished. Angel—her cat, perched beside Adam on the couch—spared her a glance and purred. The cat was relaxed and enjoying every swipe of Adam’s fingers. Then again, what female wouldn’t want to be stroked by Adam?

  Adam grinned and gave Angel one last pat before standing up, “I love pussies.”

  Jenna’s eyes were glued to him, entranced by his graceful movements. He was over six feet of pure muscle packaged in smooth, tanned skin and covered by military garb.

  “Well, baby girl,” he said, using his old moniker for her, “Where’s my hug?” He spread his arms and smiled.

  Now, that doesn’t mean that this is all one sided of course.

  The second Adam wrapped his arms around Jenna, he regretted it.

  Holy f***.

  Why was his little Jenna so far from adorable and further along the spectrum of sexy? When had Jenna gotten so hot? He felt dirty hugging the girl he’d grown up with because, as she pressed into him, all he could think about were her breasts pressed against his chest. And Jenna had an amazing rack from what he’s glimpsed. He didn’t remember her having any boobs at all the last he saw her. He shouldn’t have made that stupid pussy joke because now he could see himself stroking Jenna’s pussy.

  Ah! Hell. He wanted to power wash his mind with soap.

  Think you know where this is going? Nope.

  Because Jenna’s stupid brother has invited her ex to the wedding (they used to be friends, go figure?), and there’s no way in hell she’s going to turn up dateless.

  Jenna knows there’s not enough time to meet someone that she would realistically be able to date long enough to justify taking to the wedding…so she begs Adam to be her fake boyfriend!

  Bad idea, right? I mean there’s already enough sexual tension to cut with a knife…AND…Adam practically grew up in their house…so you KNOW there’s going to be a ton of maneuvering to do.

  I bet you want to know what happens…because pretend can go to real pretty quick given the right circumstances...and there's plenty that's right between Adam and Jenna!

  There’s family, drama, laughs, tension and a WHOLE lot of steam in this sizzlingly sexy, brand new, heart-melter of a romance!

  My Not So Fake Boyfriend!

  Raquel Belle

  Copyright © 2019 by Raquel Belle. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations or excerpts for review purposes.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental.

  Belle, Raquel. My not so fake boyfriend!

  Chapter One

  Jenna

  The only thing worse than not getting laid was having the rest of the world know she wasn’t getting any. Jenna Benson slid down in her chair and attempted to hide her face, when her friend gasped way too loudly.

  “You haven’t gotten laid in a year?” Ashley’s shock was stamped all over her heavily-pierced face. “My God, Jenna, that’s really sad.”

  “Say that a little louder why don’t you? I don’t think the rest of the world heard you,” Jenna said, giving the small group of guys across from them a weak smile. One of them, Idris Elba’s doppelganger, eyed her with either interest or pity. Most likely pity because he, along with the rest of the world, now knew about her year-long dry spell. “Thank you for that, Ashley. I owe you a world of humiliation.”

  Jenna glared in her friend’s direction, as she sipped some green concoction from a plastic cup. Ashley was a stickler for eating and drinking healthy. Jenna, on the other hand, always ate whatever she wanted and couldn’t care less about the consequences.

  With a grin, Ashley lifted her shoulders. Her jet black hair hung in waves around her pale face, and her brown eyes danced in that fun, devilish way they always did. She lifted a brow, which had three rings running through it. Ashley was a cross between a gothic chick and a porn star version of Snow White with her porcelain skin, made even paler by heavy makeup. Her ample bosom and long legs were encased in black leather. Ashley was an original, and that was what drew Jenna to her.

  They had been friends since Jenna moved to Virginia and stumbled into Ashley’s tattoo parlor one drunken night. She had been on a mission to prove that she wasn’t the boring prude that her ex-boyfriend had branded her. And what better way to show that she was spontaneous and loads of fun than to get some ink? Of course, Jenna had chickened out and ended up venting to a total stranger about her ex-boyfriend dumping her for being too vanilla.

  Ashley had graciously listened and then closed her shop, after which the duo painted the town red with Ashley giving Jenna the official tour of all of the hotspots in her new city. That had marked the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Opposites truly did attract because Jenna was Ashley’s exact opposite in both appearance and personality. Jenna could only wish to be as outspoken and uninhibited as Ashley was.

  “I’m sorry, Jen, but damn, an entire year,” Ashley said, shaking her head. There was unmistakable pity in her eyes. “No wonder you’re so uptight.”

  “I am not …” Okay, maybe she kind of was but there was a very good reason for it. “You know I work a lot and don’t have time to date or have casual sex as you keep encouraging. I’m focused on building my career and making a name for myself.” That was Jenna’s numbe
r one goal since she escaped the small town she grew up in, where she worked for her father.

  “You’ve had the job for one year, Jen. You have plenty of time to establish yourself as a legend of the damned boardroom. Live a little first.”

  Plucking imaginary lint from her blazer, Jenna huffed. “I am living. I happen to like my life. Independence, a budding career …”

  “Lonely as fuck.”

  Jenna sent Ashley another glare and took a sip of her latte. “Why are we friends again?”

  “Because without me, your life would be incredibly dull, and there would be no one to reveal the painful truths of it.”

  “Hmm … You’re probably right,” Jenna said. Ashley did force her to do things that Jenna considered fun sometimes, and she was brutally honest, which Jenna appreciated … most of the time, anyway. Jenna heaved a heavy sigh, causing Ashley’s smirk to disappear.

  “Okay, what is it? Let it out.”

  Propping her chin on her palm, Jenna glanced around the small cafe. There were couples everywhere, holding hands, gazing into each other’s eyes, and inappropriately making out. But, she supposed the public displays of affection were only inappropriate in her eyes because she didn’t have anyone to make out with. Ashley was right; she was a bit lonely at times. Not that she thought she needed a man to fulfill her life but, every now and then, when she crawled into bed, she would appreciate another body next to her.

  Her feeling of loneliness was amplified by the thought of returning to her hometown, still single. In just three weeks, her brother was getting married and of course, she had to attend. Going to her brother’s wedding solo was a depressing thought, considering that her ex-boyfriend would be there.

  “Noah is getting married.”

  Ashley sputtered on her green juice and slammed her cup down. “What the hell did you say? Damn it, I lost my chance. Your brother is so hot.”

  “And you are so not his type. No offense.”

  “None taken,” Ashley said. “The last time he visited, I figured that out. He kept looking at me as if he expected me to pull out a wand and do some Harry Potter shit to him.”

  Jenna’s spiraling mood momentarily lifted when she remembered the humorous introduction. “He did ask me for the down low if you, by any chance, chanted naked in the woods at night.”

  Ashley didn’t exhibit a trace of anger. She threw her head back and bellowed out a laugh. “No shit? What? Do you think it was the eyeliner?”

  “Maybe it was the eyeliner. You do apply it pretty heavily.” Jenna smiled. “I did make it known that you were not a practitioner of magic. You have to understand that where we grew up, we didn’t encounter many people with your particular style.”

  Ashley shrugged. “It’s too bad I’m not a practitioner of magic. I would have put a spell on that Noah Benson. Did I mention that he’s hot?”

  “You have, too many times, and I’m officially disgusted.”

  Ashley laughed. “Okay, so your hot brother is getting hitched. Why the long face?”

  Jenna gritted her teeth and stared into her cup with growing fury. “My ex is going to be at the wedding.”

  Ashley’s eyes widened and her lips formed an O. “Yeah, that’s not cool. Why would your brother invite your ex to his wedding? Did he not know about you two or something?”

  Of course, Noah knew about Bryce. The entire town where she grew up knew about her and Bryce, just as they all knew that he had dumped her. “Bryce and I dated for two years. Of course, my brother knew about us. Noah was practically planning our wedding by the first year.”

  Bryce is a good guy. I like you with him, Noah had always said. Well, he didn’t know Bryce as well as he thought he did. “Noah said he couldn’t not invite his friend and co-worker to his wedding.” Jenna sighed. “I guess I should be glad for the heads up. At least, I can prepare myself for the humiliation of showing up dateless. Bryce has a new girlfriend you know. A blonde with humongous boobs that are most likely fake.” Sarah, Noah’s fiancée had kindly shared that piece of information with Jenna.

  “Bryce,” Ashley said. “He sounds like a douche.”

  A ghost of a smile appeared on Jenna’s lips despite her misery. “He is, but he pretends to be this nice guy around everyone.” Her self-confidence had taken a nosedive since she started dating Bryce and a year after they ended, her confidence was still struggling to recover.

  “You can’t show up solo. You have to make it look like you’ve been living it up here in Virginia, dating and having a good old funky time instead of living like a boring cat lady.”

  Another seething glare was directed at Ashley, but Jenna didn’t comment because her friend wasn’t wrong. “I have one cat. That does not make me a cat lady.” Jenna scowled and muttered, “I hate you.”

  Ashley snickered. “Awe, it never lasts long.” She sobered and sat up straighter. “Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll find you a date for that wedding because I refuse to allow my girl to be humiliated in front of her no-good ex.”

  Jenna shook her head miserably. “There’s no time. I’m heading home a week before the wedding. I can’t find a date in two weeks, Ash.” There was no way she could meet a nice guy and go on the required number of dates to feel comfortable enough bringing him to meet her family. “It’s hopeless.” Jenna threw her hands up in defeat. “I’ll just have to bear the humiliation. God, I’m going to look so pathetic.”

  “We’ll hire a male escort. I’ve got this client who knows a great …”

  “I’m not bringing home a male escort. Have you lost your mind?”

  Ashley grabbed her cup and lifted it to her lips. “Well, I’ve got nothing else.”

  Jenna fell silent too, and focused on her latte. After a while, she glanced at her watch. “I’ll worry about looking pathetic at Noah’s wedding later. Right now, I’ve got to get home. Today is the day.”

  Ashley gasped. “That’s right, your brother’s hot best friend is coming.”

  “My God, Ashley, is every man hot to you? You don’t even know what he looks like.”

  Nodding, Ashley tapped her chin. “Yup, just about every being with a penis is hot to me. A girl can’t be too picky. All the good ones are either married or gay.”

  Forgetting about her man trouble, Jenna dissolved into laughter. “You might be on to something. But, you’re actually right. Adam is hot. Very hot.”

  Adam Hunter was the star of all her teenage wet dreams and more than a fair share of her adult ones. She hadn’t laid eyes on him in eight years. Jenna was eighteen when he left, and she’d been heartbroken watching the love of her life walk away. Of course, Adam had no idea whatsoever that he was the love of her pathetic teenage life.

  “Oh, do I detect a story here? Maybe some fooling around between you and your brother’s BFF?”

  “I wish,” Jenna said. Oh, how she had dreamed. “Adam is three years older, and I was always his friend’s geeky, little sister. But, I’m an adult now, and my crush on him is dead.”

  “Are you sure? Because having him live with you could get sticky.”

  “Please, I was just a kid when I fooled myself into thinking I was in love with an older boy. And he won’t be living with me. He’s crashing on my couch for a little while until he gets himself together. It’ll be fine.”

  Jenna finished her latte and gathered her phone and handbag. She noticed Ashley’s skeptical stare and huffed. “I said I’ll be fine, Ash. I doubt I’m going to want to jump my brother’s best friend after eight years.”

  “Even after a one-year dry spell?”

  “Ashley, I would have thought you knew me better than that. Adam is a hazard to any woman’s emotional stability. He was the proverbial playboy back in high school, and I can only imagine that he’s gotten worse. I play it safe when it comes to men, especially after Bryce. Like I said, sharing a space with a man who was practically family growing up won’t be a problem. I want to do this favor for both Adam and my brother.”

  “Okay,” Ashl
ey said, softly. “Go on, get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

  “Sure thing.”

  ***

  There was no sign of Adam when Jenna reached her apartment building. She expected him to be waiting outside. Maybe she’d gotten the days mixed up, and he was arriving tomorrow instead. Taking another glance down the hallway, she strolled to her door, key in hand.

  Jenna’s heart skipped a beat when she realized that the door was open. For a second, alarm mounted but was quickly dampened when she remembered that she often forgot to lock her door, especially when she was in a rush. Shaking her head at her own carelessness, she made a mental note to double check the door in the mornings. She stepped into her apartment and dropped her keys on the side table.

  “Angel, where are you?” It was strange that her cat hadn’t come running, as she usually did. Jenna rounded the corner. “What kind of mischief are you up to, girl? If you’ve torn up another one of my pillows …”

  Jenna stopped in her tracks when she saw a man sitting on her couch, stroking her slate-gray Russian Blue. She let out a scream that rivaled any scream queen in any horror movie, and instantly reached for the weapon closest to her—a frail standing lamp that had done its time, but she couldn’t bring herself to throw it away. If she wasn’t frightened out of her mind, she would have found her choice of weapon hilarious.

  “How much damage do you think you can cause with that little thing?” The intruder’s voice rang with laughter.

  The deep chuckle was all too familiar, and when her panicked haze dissipated, and her vision cleared, her mouth dropped open.