Sasha
I was caught completely off guard when he opened the door and was suddenly standing there shirtless, wearing only boxers. Every time I was in front of him, I was unable to form a coherent sentence. This was getting out of control. I had to get laid, sleep with someone, anyone, so I could push this asshole out of my head.
His eyes took me in, stopping as usual on my cleavage.
“You have picked the wrong person to play your stupid power games with. I know exactly what you are doing, Dexter,” I roared in frustration, at the same time trying to dismiss his gorgeous brown eyes that were trailing down my body.
“It’s Mr. Tyndall to you, Barbie, and I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he snarled, coming closer. He was barefoot and the heat from his body was like a new drug that I couldn’t live without: addictive, but deadly. Why the hell did he have this kind of effect on me? We didn’t even like each other.
“You won’t win, fuckface, and you’ll regret starting this, because I promise you that I’ll make your life living hell,” I shouted, poking my finger into that wide chest, losing my control. I wanted to punch him and I hated myself for feeling that irresistible pull of attraction to him. He was arrogant, intense, completely selfish and had no idea how to talk to people. So far I wasn’t seeing any redeeming qualities in him, so what was the point of this?
“I want you in my bed, Barbie. Just one night. You really turn me on when you’re angry,” he growled, leaning over and bringing his face inches away from my lips. He smelled so masculine.
“I don’t sleep with losers,” I said, then turned around and marched back to my own apartment, slamming the door behind me.
Dexter
“I can’t believe that you used me like that.”
I turned around noticing Laura by the kitchen with her arms folded over her chest. She was one of the women that didn’t take my nonsense until I made her come at least three times. Hard work, but a great fuck.
“Used you? I fucked you hard and you loved it.”
“God, Dex, you’re such a fucking asshole sometimes,” she hissed.
“Maybe, but you like me anyway.”
She shook her head and disappeared into the bedroom. I didn’t fucking know what her problem was. Besides, she was putting her nose where she shouldn’t have, trying to dig information out of me. I sat on the sofa and started switching channels on the TV. Laura appeared from the bedroom completely dressed.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I asked her, watching her put on her shoes by the front door.
“Home, you wanker! I want nothing to do with you anymore. I can’t believe that you would stoop so low. The girl next door was having a viewing!” she said, raising her voice.
“Go to hell,” I muttered.
“Gladly,” she shouted and slammed the door behind her.
these days. She had no idea what was going on between me and Sasha and it was none of her business. Besides, it wasn’t like I wanted to fuck her again. The only person
the beginning I wasn’t very nice to her, but all the women loved my bad-boy attitude and snappy tongue. She was different, and the fact that I
following me every day.
***
weeks passed quickly and I wasn’t getting anywhere near Sasha’s bed. We hadn’t had a chance to meet out in the corridor again, but I knew that she had more viewings. I paid someone at the estate agency to let me know of her progress with the sale. I wasn’t comfortable
nurse. My contact told me that her parents were living in Glasgow and she’d moved out a few years ago. She had been working for the same agency for about ten months, doing a
kept coming and I was doing everything I could to turn them away. I knew that I wasn’t doing myself any favours with winning her over, but I wasn’t prepared to face
The guy in the estate agency that she dealt with was a greedy bastard. I knew his father and he kept filling me in with her upcoming appointments. A week from her first viewing, I borrowed three cats from my brother and let them run around the corridor when some older chick
put off some of the interested parties, but I didn’t want Sasha to suspect anything,
the pensioners that the landlord didn’t want any
was going on, but I knew that
I checked the time I realised that she was an hour late. We met through a
at three in the morning every day. The weed didn’t seem to be doing anything. I needed sex or
was bouncing off the walls.
“Hello.”
fuck are you? You should be here
Is that
it’s Father Christmas. What the
girl outside the complex said that you had some
the fuck are you talking about,
that she had a message from you. She said that you weren’t in. Blond hair
How did she know that Courtney was coming over? Rage rippled through me as I slid the door to the terrace open and headed around to her apartment. When I reached her door, there was
me, fuckface. This
Sasha
the shape I was in nine months ago. Everything in my life besides my apartment was falling into place, although today I was a little unfocused. My mind kept wandering off to
couldn’t help but mess with his sex life a little. Tonight, when I was leaving for my pole dancing classes, I spotted one of the brunettes outside in the car park, all groomed up and ready
in the corridor, and moans in the late hours of the morning. Well, he didn’t know, but it was the beginning of
up in a council estate in the rough part of Glasgow and I had to fight
out a few very interesting things. He never went out during the week. He had his groceries delivered
just the beginning of my plan. I wanted him to suffer, badly. He was probably
own routine. She showed me a few more advanced moves on the pole, then said that I was capable of training on my own. At first I struggled, but after doing exercises at home I was back on track. I normally worked out. I was slowly coming out of that vacant and
I drove back to the complex. Dexter was probably in his apartment. My phone
meant to call her so many times and we kept missing each other. We'd had a little chat when I moved in, but we