On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1) novel Chapter 21

Dexter

 

  

The confirmation was in the photo, but I still couldn’t fucking believe it. I began opening the cupboards and pulling out whatever pills I had left on the counter. My mind started chasing one thought after another; a sign that I was just about to lose the last bits of self control that I had left in me. The world started spinning, turning me into another person, the violent Dexter. I was ready to beat the crap out of someone just to relieve my frustration.

I had no idea what to do, who to fucking call. They could lock me up for this shit, and I could get a good few years in prison. The pills were supposed to stop making me feel like I was losing the ground under my feet.

I always slept with whatever woman came my way, but a fucking fifteen-year-old! I had crossed the line this time, and I didn’t even remember anything. My head was blank; I had no memories or recollection of anything that had happened at that fucking party. Someone must have dropped roofies in my drink, but now it was too fucking late to prove anything. The shit would be out of my system by now.

I was just about to swallow a dozen pills when my phone started to buzz. The number was unknown, but I answered it anyway.

“Tyndall,” I barked.

“Told you, I’m not like everyone else. You can’t just toss me aside and move on, Dexter,” Victoria purred. I clenched my fists so hard that I cut the circulation to my fingers.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Just this and that. Don’t worry, you will know soon. For now, you can do whatever you like. Just remember, I’m the one that’s squeezing your balls slow, but tight.”

“You’re full of shit. You used someone to drug me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, darling. The video is real—Jenny couldn’t stop talking about that night. Besides, I’ve missed your cock.”

I tossed the pills on the floor, roaring with frustration. I could take the risk and just tell her to go and fuck herself, but I had been building my business and reputation for years, and I couldn’t afford to toss it away. My track record wasn’t exactly in my favour. I had been quite violent when I was younger, but this could jeopardise everything—my whole fucking life. I had used an underage girl for sex. 

“Victoria, you want sex? Is this what this is about? I fucked you so hard and no one else came close?”

“Yes, I want sex, but I also need a date for a party.”

“A party? What fucking party?” I shouted.

“Oh, calm down. It’s something that I’ll use you for, a date for a party and some other functions.”

“I’ll end you for this, Victoria. I can fuck you up so bad that you will never lift yourself up again.”

She laughed. We had only been fucking for a couple of weeks, but I always knew that there was something off about her. I shouldn’t have messed with her, especially after the freaky shit in the bedroom that she wanted.

“Promises, promises. Just wait for my phone call, baby. You will be going to that party with me whether you like it or not.”

She hung up and I wanted to smash my phone, but somehow I managed to toss it on the table. I had shitloads of money and I could make this go away, but how? It was time to make some phone calls.

“Hey! Are you all right?”

Sasha was just walking through the terrace doors. I was furious, but she was probably the only person I wanted to see right now. Yeah, this was none of her business, but right then I needed a good fucking distraction.

  “Victoria sent me a video from this party we went to together couple of weeks ago, and this shit isn’t good,” I announced and scrolled through the e-mails. I handed her the phone when the video started playing. She watched it in silence, but the shock came straight after the girl announced how old she was. “The bitch is blackmailing me,” I said.

Sasha exhaled and spotted the smashed laptop on the floor. She shoved her hands into her pockets, her eyes darting at me. “So you didn’t know how old this girl was when you slept with her?”

“No. I think that bitch Victoria drugged me, because I don’t remember anything at all. That evening I told her that I was done with her, but in the morning I woke up in her bed, and not in bed with the girl from the video.”

“Does this happen often, that you don’t remember stuff?”

“Of course not. I like women to be fully aware of what I’m doing to them. I was in a shitty mood then, and at the time I thought that the party would be a good distraction.”

She was asking too many questions. Fuck, maybe she didn’t believe me. She seemed so calm about this whole thing.

“Call your solicitor, Dexter. You can’t let her get away with this.”

“And say what? That I was too fucking high and drunk to remember anything? No, I’ll deal with this shit and then I’ll destroy her. This is a game to her; she only wants my cock, nothing else. She likes to be in control.”

 

Sasha

 

 

I didn’t know why I was so calm, talking about it like he didn’t do anything wrong. I should have been freaking out; he’d slept with someone’s child. He’d brought this on himself. Maybe with Victoria he finally crossed the line and she wanted to teach him a lesson. But I couldn’t just leave him on his own with this. The video definitely seemed genuine.

The girl looked really young, but we couldn’t be sure that she was underage. He needed to check this to make sure that he had actually committed a crime.

“Dexter, don’t do anything stupid. I’m here if you need me, but we have to be careful who we talk to about it,” I said.

“Thanks, Barbie,” he muttered and then he cradled me to his chest, resting his face in my neck. For a moment I couldn’t move, I was so shocked, but then I closed my eyes, enjoying that one rare moment of affection.

It all ended when my own phone started vibrating in my pocket. He let go of me, clearing his throat, and nodded for me to take it.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Miss Scott, it’s Jeremy from Thomas George.”

My stomach sank and I glanced at Dexter, who was watching me.

“Hey, how are you?”

“Good. I just had a phone call from the client that viewed your property earlier on. He would like to offer you the full asking price. Also, Mr Clement is a cash buyer, so it looks like everything can be sorted within a few weeks.”

I couldn’t believe it—I finally had an offer.

“That’s fantastic news! I’m happy to take the property off the market, and you can let your client know that I’ll accept the offer,” I said, trying not to sound too happy, knowing that Dexter was listening. His eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists. This wasn’t good. Was he pissed that I’d sold the apartment?

I told Jeremy to call me back with more details. When I hung up, an awkward silence stretched on for some time. I had no idea why, but I felt like I’d betrayed Dexter. I wasn’t ready to move out, but at the same time I couldn’t turn the cash buyer away. Mum had called after I left Dexter with Victoria outside. She was insisting that I needed to speed things up.