On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Dexter

Sasha had led me into one of my oblivious dark moods, pushing my self-control, so I left, locking myself in my apartment. I was inches away from taking her on that bed and fucking her until she couldn’t take it anymore. I was so lost seeing her bending and crawling around that pole.

On top of that, Victoria crashed the party, screwing with my already fucked-up thoughts.

I wanted Sasha. She was the sexiest woman that I have ever met and her movements on the pole drove my lust for her even more. Whenever I closed my eyes I had her round ass in my face.

I didn’t want to sink in deep, but as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. My limbs felt like they weighed a ton. I’d left the party because I couldn’t deal with the emotional garbage. Joey was gone, and there was no one that could listen to my raging rambles and make sense of them. I was on my own. This time I didn’t get up at four in the morning, but I slept right through.

Whenever I hit one of these moods, I didn’t need alcohol or drugs to get me to sleep, but then the morning was the worst, because I had no energy to get up. My cock was rock hard, and the world around me spun. For the first time in a while I had no motivation to do anything, but I promised Sasha that I would be nicer than normal.

I had to drag my body out of bed. When I put my clothes on, I was fighting against the hollowness that settled deep in my limbs. It took me an hour to convince my shitty self that she was just another task. Once I'd shagged her, I wouldn’t have to worry about anything else.

I found the nearest Starbucks a few miles from the complex, bought two lattes and drove home thinking about what I was going to say to her. Back in my apartment, I went around my terrace.

I had no clue if Sasha was still sleeping or not, but I needed to see her. When I pressed my head to the glass, she wasn’t in the living room, so I fiddled with the key for a minute and then slid the door open to get inside. Anyone else would probably call the police and they would charge me with breaking and entering, but Sasha loved my attention.

Most of Joey’s stuff was missing, and I noticed a lot of boxes by the door. I was curious to know what Sasha was like, so I started nosing around. On the cabinet there were pictures of her smiling with a man and a woman, probably her parents. She looked happy.

I had to get a fucking grip. Fine; she wanted me to get to know her? All right. I could play nice for a day or two, but that was it. I wasn’t planning to stay in her life for long. Besides, Joey’s apartment was still on the market.

“What are you doing here?”

Fuck, how did I not hear her coming out of her bedroom? I turned around quickly and put my usual, arrogant smirk on my face. Some things weren’t easy to change.

“I brought you coffee, Barbie,” I said slowly, realising what she was wearing. White, very tight shorts and a loose top. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were poking through the thin material of her top. Shit, this was going to end badly.

She took the coffee, glaring at me with suspicion. My dick started twitching as my eyes couldn’t help but wander to her hard nipples.

“Stop staring at my boobs and you’d better tell me—how did you get inside my property? The balcony door was locked.”

“Joey gave me a key. We were kind of close,” I explained, not prepared to say anymore.

of acknowledgement in her eyes. “So this

you either like it or not,” I said, lowering my eyes to her tits again. Hell, I was ready to shove my face between those knockers. That was my idea of heaven. She didn’t need

me and sipped her coffee.

you want?” she asked. She was throwing me out and I'd just bought her a coffee. She had cheek. I wasn’t ready to

at my place tonight, and then you’re going to dance for me,” I informed her.

know how to talk to a

tell me that you changed

oh, never mind. Fine, I’ll have dinner with you, but we’ll have to see about that dance. You need

lips and I knew that I was already winning her over. A dinner, maybe a dance.

my place at

that if you really want me to dance for you,” she called as I was just about to

talk rubbish. I know

Sasha

T-shirt, with his trousers hanging low on his hips and staring at my photograph, he looked almost approachable. When I woke up, I knew that I needed to brush off our first meeting

that was sweet of him. Maybe for a brief moment I lost my mind, agreeing to

I had to make sure

convinced that now, after we had made peace, I wouldn’t

that this bad boy image, the machismo, was just an act that he put on. For some reason he wanted to keep people away. Anyway, I didn’t want to get emotionally involved. It was all about sex and maybe a possible friendship. He was a dangerous man to be close

from yesterday’s performance, but I was glad that

back in my apartment, thinking about this evening. I'd broken my own rules. I was having a date with a guy that didn’t actually believe in relationships, with a man that I used to hate. This wasn’t normal,

that showed off a little cleavage. I didn’t want to overdress, pretending that it was just a casual dinner. I knocked and waited. My stomach churned when I

bad wolf and I was a lost lamb in the forest.

with a big smile on his face. I didn’t wait for his invitation but walked right in, inhaling his cologne as I passed him at the

a bit bigger than mine. The dining room table was set and there was a lot

around me to hand me a glass. I felt his body close to mine, and a surge of heat instantly passed through my core, reminding me to be careful. I took the champagne and walked to the table to get away from

watching me. “So if you’re capable

whatever he was cooking. Only then did I notice that

in his apartment or it was me? Feeling the sexual tension, I started pressing my thighs together. “You probably already know that