On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1) novel Chapter 11

Dexter

Sasha had led me into one of my oblivious dark moods, pushing my self-control, so I left, locking myself in my apartment. I was inches away from taking her on that bed and fucking her until she couldn’t take it anymore. I was so lost seeing her bending and crawling around that pole.

On top of that, Victoria crashed the party, screwing with my already fucked-up thoughts.

I wanted Sasha. She was the sexiest woman that I have ever met and her movements on the pole drove my lust for her even more. Whenever I closed my eyes I had her round ass in my face.

I didn’t want to sink in deep, but as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. My limbs felt like they weighed a ton. I’d left the party because I couldn’t deal with the emotional garbage. Joey was gone, and there was no one that could listen to my raging rambles and make sense of them. I was on my own. This time I didn’t get up at four in the morning, but I slept right through.

Whenever I hit one of these moods, I didn’t need alcohol or drugs to get me to sleep, but then the morning was the worst, because I had no energy to get up. My cock was rock hard, and the world around me spun. For the first time in a while I had no motivation to do anything, but I promised Sasha that I would be nicer than normal.

I had to drag my body out of bed. When I put my clothes on, I was fighting against the hollowness that settled deep in my limbs. It took me an hour to convince my shitty self that she was just another task. Once I'd shagged her, I wouldn’t have to worry about anything else.

I found the nearest Starbucks a few miles from the complex, bought two lattes and drove home thinking about what I was going to say to her. Back in my apartment, I went around my terrace.

I had no clue if Sasha was still sleeping or not, but I needed to see her. When I pressed my head to the glass, she wasn’t in the living room, so I fiddled with the key for a minute and then slid the door open to get inside. Anyone else would probably call the police and they would charge me with breaking and entering, but Sasha loved my attention.

Most of Joey’s stuff was missing, and I noticed a lot of boxes by the door. I was curious to know what Sasha was like, so I started nosing around. On the cabinet there were pictures of her smiling with a man and a woman, probably her parents. She looked happy.

I had to get a fucking grip. Fine; she wanted me to get to know her? All right. I could play nice for a day or two, but that was it. I wasn’t planning to stay in her life for long. Besides, Joey’s apartment was still on the market.

“What are you doing here?”

Fuck, how did I not hear her coming out of her bedroom? I turned around quickly and put my usual, arrogant smirk on my face. Some things weren’t easy to change.

“I brought you coffee, Barbie,” I said slowly, realising what she was wearing. White, very tight shorts and a loose top. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were poking through the thin material of her top. Shit, this was going to end badly.

She took the coffee, glaring at me with suspicion. My dick started twitching as my eyes couldn’t help but wander to her hard nipples.

“Stop staring at my boobs and you’d better tell me—how did you get inside my property? The balcony door was locked.”

“Joey gave me a key. We were kind of close,” I explained, not prepared to say anymore.

She looked a little surprised, but there was some sort of acknowledgement in her eyes. “So this whole persona? The bad Dexter? It's just an act, right?”

“I don’t act, Barbie. This is who I am; you either like it or not,” I said, lowering my eyes to her tits again. Hell, I was ready to shove my face between those knockers. That was my idea of heaven. She didn’t need to know me. We were only going to fuck, that was all.

She rolled her eyes at me and sipped her coffee. 

“Is there anything else you want?” she asked. She was throwing me out and I'd just bought her a coffee. She had cheek. I wasn’t ready to leave her yet.

“We are having dinner at my place tonight, and then you’re going to dance for me,” I informed her.

She raised her left eyebrow. “You don’t really know how to talk to a woman, do you?”

“Of course I do,” I said. “Now, don’t tell me that you changed your mind about dancing for me?”

“What? When did I ever… oh, never mind. Fine, I’ll have dinner with you, but we’ll have to see about that dance. You need to behave first.”

I could see a small smile appearing on her sweet lips and I knew that I was already winning her over. A dinner, maybe a dance. This would be a night that she’d never forget.

“Be at my place at six, Barbie.”

“You better stop calling me that if you really want me to dance for you,” she called as I was just about to disappear.

“Don’t talk rubbish. I know you love it, Barbie.”

Sasha