On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1) novel Chapter 13

Sasha

“You’re fucking unbelievable Barbie! You fucked me last night and you’re already going out with some loser?” Dexter shouted, not caring for the world that Alistair was standing right next to me. This was the last thing that I was expecting tonight. Alistair wanted to see the apartment, so I invited him upstairs. That was a big big mistake.

“Dexter, what I do is none of your business. One night with you doesn’t give you the right to tell me who I can go out on a date with!”

“I didn’t say it did, but you should know that I own your pussy. This asshole won’t fuck you the way I have, he won’t feel the same when he sides into you, he won’t make you wet like I do”.

“Mate, I suggest you–”

“Shut up fuck up dickweed, no one is talking to you “mate.” Her sweet pussy belongs to me and only me,” Dexter roared, cutting Alistair off and taking a step towards him, with anger burning in his eyes.

Oh boy, this is just great.

Two men were eyeing each other like two lions during mating season, ready to rip into each other’s throats. I was partly flattered and partly angry that Dexter thought that one night with him gave him a right to tell me with who I could go out with.

Alistair ’s face flushed red and my pulse sped up with anxiety at how Dex was behaving.

“Alistair come on, let’s go,” I hissed knowing that Dexter was ready to punch my date. I shot him a furious glare and started dragging Alistair away, before this whole thing got out of control.

Dexter slammed the door to his apartment, swearing under his breath. I decided to take the stairs to avoid any other surprises. I wanted to disappear into the ground with embarrassment.

Alistair was silent all the way back downstairs, but he stopped me just before I wanted to get into the taxi.

“Did you really sleep with that guy up there?” he asked, looking at me like I’d beaten up his dog. I sighed and wondered what was I supposed to say to him? I couldn’t lie. Alistair was sweet and decent, but my body craved bad mouthy Dexter.

“It was just one mistaken night that meant nothing to me. I don’t normally do that and I really want you to take me out on a date, if you still want to that is?”

I saw hesitation in his eyes that was soon replaced by smile. Alistair was handsome and well mannered, the kind of guy that I should have gone for in the first place.

God, what was wrong with me?

“Of course,” he said confidently.

We jumped into the waiting taxi in absolute silence, I was trying to act like earlier encounter with Dexter had never happened, but deep down I knew our date was already spoiled. The conversation in the taxi was stunted and awkward, although Alistair managed to make me laugh a few times. My head was somewhere else and things hadn’t improved when we got to the restaurant. The waiter mixed up our orders, so we had to wait an extra hour for food, and by that time we were both starved and pretty annoyed.

He dropped me home by ten and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I kept apologising, trying to tell him that I normally didn’t do one night stands, but he kept saying that he wasn’t judgmental. Alistair was a gentleman, but he didn’t say if he wanted to see me again or not.

When I took the lift back to my apartment, the corridor was silent. I had no idea if Dexter was in or not. At least he wasn’t waiting for me this time. After I drank a glass of white wine I went to bed, thinking about the feel of Dexter’s skilled hands on my skin.

He woke me up early the next morning; his bedroom shared a wall directly next to mine, so I heard as he slammed the door back and forward. When I glanced at the clock, I saw that it was only 4.00 am. I tossed and turned drifting back to sleep half an hour later.

I finally got up around eight. It was Tuesday and I knew that if I didn’t talk to him right away, my whole day would be ruined. I knew a really great coffee place a couple of miles away from the complex. This was a good way to bring him back to being my friend. I thought that we both needed to set things straight and talk about Dexter’s expectations of me. We hadn’t set any particular rules, and we had only slept together once, so I didn’t understand why he was so angry that I went out on a date.

I pulled on an old pair of jeans and T-shirt, took my car key and headed out. I decided to walk through the concierge area to check if there was any post for me. I was waiting for a few papers from the solicitor.

It was just after eight and I wasn’t expecting anyone in the concierge this morning, but there was a dark haired woman talking to Duncan. She looked pretty pissed off. I started reading the flyers on the desk, waiting for her to leave. When I looked closely I finally recognised her from Harry’s party. She was the brunette that Dexter disappeared with just before my dance.

“Mr. Tyndall is my bloody fiancée. I don’t understand, how could I not be on the list?”

I slowly turned around, knowing that I couldn’t have misheard what she said. Dexter was engaged. I stepped towards them feeling like all the air was suddenly punched out of my lungs.

“Dexter, you want to speak to Dexter Tyndall?” I asked, just to be sure.

“Yes, finally there is someone here that understands what I want,” she complained, glaring at Duncan.

“In that case, I’ll take you to him. I’m sure he’ll be glad to see his fiancée,” I chipped in, a fake smile forming on my face even though I was ready to scream, shout and scratch her face with my sharp nails.

I hadn’t had the chance to really look at her at the party—I was too busy avoiding Dexter—but now she was standing right in front of me and I hated to admit that she was stunning. Her thick black hair fell in luscious waves around her shoulders, her skin was clear and bright, and she wore a white dress that hugged her slim body amazingly well. Her manicure was perfect and she wore hardly any make-up, which was even more annoying.

I would never look like that, not even after hundreds of plastic surgeries. I knew that it was just sex between me and Dex, but I despised stinky, slimy lies. I thought that finally, after so many years of listening to the same bullshit, I had found a guy who was upfront about everything. He wanted to screw me without any expectations and I was okay with it, but the freaking fiancée? Hypocrite! How dare he be angry about Alistair ?

“And you are?” she asked with an indifferent tone of voice. She was English, a Londoner just like me. This couldn’t get any worse.

“I live right next to him. We’re neighbours. I bet he will love the surprise,” I added and started walking away. She strolled casually after me, but didn’t say anything else. The ride in the lift was long and very awkward. She was doing everything she could in order not to look at me.

“Okay, I’ll take it from—”

“Hold on.” I cut her off and barged into Dexter’s apartment. I didn’t have a clue if she was following or not, but I wanted to serve him the best wake-up call that I could think of. He was up at 4.00 am, so now he was probably back in bed, catching up on his sleep. He wasn’t in the living room, so he was probably still asleep. I proceeded to the bathroom. 

I found a tall glass and filled it with ice water, not even thinking about what I was doing. Anger was crashing through me like the tall waves on the shore. This time I didn’t plan to simply walk away and bury my head under the sand—I was ready to give him hell. 

“What on earth are you doing?” she shouted when I came out of the bathroom, heading towards his bedroom. 

“Oh, nothing. Sleeping Beauty is still in his comfortable bed, so we need to wake him up,” I sang and barged through the door. The model was saying something to me, but I wasn’t listening. I poured the water straight onto his gorgeous, lying, deceitful face. 

He roared like a tiger on the prowl, jumping off the bed still naked and soaked right through, shaking his head. My insides turned into mush, but that wasn’t the time or the place to look at his glorious tanned body. Dexter was a bastard and a liar.

“What the fuck, Sasha? Have you lost your fucking mind?” he shouted, not paying the slightest attention to the fact that he wasn’t alone. I refused to acknowledge his massive, slightly erect dick. 

“Oh sorry, did I wake you?” I asked sarcastically. “I just wanted to let you know that your fiancée is here to see you!”

Dexter’s face went wild, the muscles on his jaw tightening. Finally, his eyes registered the stunning brunette in his bedroom. I was ready to smash his windows with a baseball bat. I wanted to tear him apart, not because I was weak enough to have slept with him, but because he was a fucking liar.