On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 2

Sasha

Once I was calm enough, I looked around the apartment. It was bigger than I expected; at least five times the size of our living room back in Glasgow. When I finally noticed the view, my breath caught in my throat. I was looking straight at the wild sea that stretched over the horizon. On my way here I was expecting the apartment to be more traditional with a lot of clutter and old-school furniture, but this was far from it. The walls were painted in magnolia. Hardwood floors. A kitchen with shiny black countertops and filled with modern appliances.

My anger was slowly replaced by never-ending joy. I was going to have the best time in my life here, away from my shitty room in London.

My mouth was hanging open as I walked around, hardly believing that Mum owned this place. She didn’t want to keep it, but I had to bring her here at least once and show her what she was missing. I walked onto the terrace and slid the door open. When I thought it couldn’t get any better, it truly did. The terrace was almost of the size of the living room, stretching over the entire floor with the most stunning views of the sea and grounds. Shaking with excitement, I walked up the balustrade and looked around. It was summer and the sun was blazing hot. Joey had sunbeds and I was already imagining myself lying here sipping a cocktail. I was just about to walk away to check the bedroom when I heard someone’s screams. The noises were coming from the other side of the apartment.

“Yeah, babe! You like it hard, don’t you?”

I knew that voice. My Scottish neighbour from earlier on. The arrogant prick was banging that girl. Of course, my apartment was next to his and I could hear him quite clearly. For a split second I had an urge to run next door and pound on his door to tell him to keep it down, but somehow I restrained myself. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Tomorrow morning I was planning to file a formal complaint about his behaviour with the management.

I strolled back inside and checked out the two bedrooms. The master bedroom had a walk-in closet and it looked like I was able to get to the terrace from any room. This was awesome.

In the living room there were several framed photographs. I didn’t recognise anyone in them, but I assumed that the older guy in most of the pictures was Joey Mitchell. He died of a heart attack three months ago. All his personal effects were still here in the apartment. My first job would be to pack everything, sell it, or give it away to charity. The furniture was modern and in excellent condition, so I could make a deal with whoever was going to buy this place.

It looked like uncle Joey had liked travelling. He was sixty-six when he died. He reminded me a bit of my grandfather: short and stocky with that big nose. Tears welled in my eyes as the memories from nine months ago clouded my mind.

I shook my head; it was time to forget about the past and start over. My first shift at the hospital was starting in a couple of hours. The agency was happy with giving me two or three shifts a week. I liked having my own money, and for now I didn’t have any bills. The solicitor told me that Joey had been very good with his finances. He’d paid all the utilities and everything off for the next year, so I was lucky.

I went back to the hallway and picked up the boxes with my belongings. Most of my suitcases were in Glasgow. I took what I could from my room in London and shoved it into boxes. That hot Scot from the opposite apartment had my favourite thong. God, I hated him.

I chose the bigger bedroom for my room. I was planning to empty the cupboards tomorrow. I had a twelve-hour shift ahead of me tonight, so I needed to relax before the clock struck seven.

Dexter

but I was already slipping back into the oblivious mood after we were done. My head had been racing since my encounter with Barbie

the condom off and threw it

to go? I thought I was staying for the night.”

barked, staring at the ceiling. I heard someone next door, opening and closing the drawers. Fuck, it’d been months since Joey passed away. It was unnerving to hear someone on the other side of the wall once again. I couldn’t quite believe that he wasn’t

was growing hard again thinking about this Barbie next door.

to grab my balls. Her dark hair was loose and streaming down to her bare tits. I hated myself right now, the

of here,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her, but she giggled as she caressed my ball sack, obviously not taking me

so mean. I want to

“One.”

on, we’re having fun. I always stay for

“Two.”

rage pushing through me faster than ever. I struggled to

“Three.”

still

“Four,” I counted.

“Lick me, Dex.”

the world if I was hurting her or not. She was still naked, but at that point I didn’t fucking care. I was slowly losing my shit. She was screaming, calling me all sorts of

wanted to parade naked around the complex. The next

five times today. Stop

“Fuck you.”

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