On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1) novel Chapter 9

Dexter

Sasha looked amazing with that short black dress that barely covered her ass. She didn’t notice me standing on the other side of the room when she walked through the door. Hell, I had to take control of my fucking dick, because I was already rock hard for her.

She had the perfect body, curves in the right places and fantastic breasts. Wow, I was going to come in my pants just looking at her. I wasn’t the only one that noticed how beautiful she looked tonight. All the other sad fuckers in the room had been following her every move since she walked in. This wasn’t going to be easy. I wanted to grab her and claim her as mine, but I knew that this wasn’t the way to do it. She hated my guts, so I had to play it carefully.

“I’m not your property, Dexter. I’m here, which means that I can choose whoever I please,” she replied, lifting her glass to sip some of her champagne. I glanced at Harry, who was watching us silently. He looked amused. He knew that I was interested in her. A wave of jealous rage was slowly filling me and I needed to calm the fuck down. I wanted to spread her legs and slide my cock between these gorgeous thighs and claim her right there.

“I’m the one for you, Barbie,” I said.

“Harry, would you please introduce me around? I’d rather jump out of the window than stay here and listen to this asshole.”

“Your wish is my command. Safe hunting, Dexter,” Harry said, winking at me. Bastard, he was mocking me, but it was just a warm-up. Sasha was going to be mine by the end of the night.

I watched as he started introducing her to a few guys that I knew from the previous parties. Gavin, Rich and the new guy with a black beard. A lot of times Harry invited the same men and women, but tonight there were only a few faces that I recognised. I needed to get laid, and Sasha wasn’t buying my cocky attitude, but ever since I met her I couldn’t think about anyone else but her.

I hated crowds and being around people in general. Normally I felt shut in, trapped, almost claustrophobic. It was easier to overcome these fears in my day-to-day job, but I struggled during parties and functions.

“Hey, handsome, how are you?”

A short brunette in a long red dress touched my shoulder. She was new and she was exactly the type that I was used to. Small, perky tits with a slim, almost waif-like stature and dark hair. That was before I met Sasha.

“Let’s get straight to the point, darling. We’re both here because we like to fuck,” I said, finishing my whisky. This was my second glass, but the alcohol was helping me with the mounting darkness that was slowly creeping through.

She looked shocked that I was so blunt. The problem was that I wasn’t interested in any other pussy tonight except Sasha’s.

“Well, I’m sure that we can come to some sort of agreement,” she purred with a smile.

“Whatever, lady. Go and find something to do. I’ll find you when I’m ready,” I snapped at her.

“Show some respect. I’m not going to be treated like some cheap whore.” She scowled at me.

“If you’re not a cheap whore, then what the hell are you doing here?” I asked her. She called me an asshole and walked away. Good. I wasn’t in the mood anyway. This was going to be long night and I had to get myself drunk enough to numb the asshole me and switch to a nicer Dexter. Screw it, I didn’t do nice, but Sasha hated the real me and I was desperate for her to come back home with me.

For the next couple of hours I stood alone in the corner watching her talk to other men. She looked uncomfortable, but she was doing everything in her power to hide it. Women came and went away after trying to talk to me, but I wasn’t making an effort. The food was brought around on little trays, and I shoved some canapés into my mouth so at least I had something to do rather than just feeling like shit. My head was screwed and I had no idea why I wanted Sasha so much. She glanced at me from time to time from under her lashes, with that cute flush on her cheeks. When Gavin wrapped his arm around her waist, I thought I was going to smash his jaw.

I should have known this was going to happen when I challenged her to show up here tonight. It was a fucking swing party, for Christ’s sake, but Sasha wasn’t like the others. She didn’t have that predatory hunger in her eyes. She needed the closeness the intimacy of a lover. Why was I thinking this? I was turning into a total fucking pussy.

“How long are you going to stand here and pretend that you don’t give a fuck?” Harry asked, approaching me. He had changed the music into something more sensuous: Massive Attack’s “Angel,” I think. The waitresses that carried the canapés were dressed in Playboy bunny costumes. Only Harry could pull off something like that.

“I don’t. Pussies come and go. There's plenty here, but I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“Are you ever not in the mood? You turned down Dorothy and she models for top fashion houses,” Harry said, sipping his drink. Fucking model, it was probably the one that looked like a skeleton. She was just skin and bones, nothing to grab on to, no curves, no luscious flesh to press into. She was usually my type, but I just wasn’t interested tonight.

“There will be more,” I muttered. Harry turned to face me, but I ignored him.

“You like the blondie, don’t you? You’ve been watching her like a hawk all evening,” he observed.

“I want to fuck her and she wants it, too, but she's pretending that she isn’t into me,” I growled, trying to hide my annoyance, but Harry picked up on it. He just knew me too well, like Joey used to.

“There's more to it. Why she is here anyway? She doesn’t strike me as a type that would sleep with anyone that freely.”

I fucking know it. You don’t need to tell me that.

He was screwing with me, clever bastard. I knew that as soon as I fucked Sasha I could move on to someone else and get back to my usual routine of daily random fucks.

“Tell Gavin to keep his dick in his pants. Blondie is mine,” I said, seeing how that asshole was touching her all over while she was trying to push him off. Harry laughed and was just about to say something else, but the sound of his phone distracted him. He picked the call up, walking away.

My hands were itching and I was battling with myself about whether or not to go and talk to her. I wasn’t scared of anything, but I was anxious about playing the nice guy. Women expected me to behave a certain way.

Sasha managed to pull away from Gavin and his company and she was heading to the kitchen. I was just about to follow her, when someone grabbed me from behind.

“Hello, stranger, long time no see. My pussy has missed you.”

Victoria, of course. How could I not suspect that she would be here, fishing for my cock yet again?

Sasha

“What do you mean you can’t dance?”