On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Sasha

“You’re fucking unbelievable Barbie! You fucked me last night and you’re already going out with some loser?” Dexter shouted, not caring for the world that Alistair was standing right next to me. This was the last thing that I was expecting tonight. Alistair wanted to see the apartment, so I invited him upstairs. That was a big big mistake.

“Dexter, what I do is none of your business. One night with you doesn’t give you the right to tell me who I can go out on a date with!”

“I didn’t say it did, but you should know that I own your pussy. This asshole won’t fuck you the way I have, he won’t feel the same when he sides into you, he won’t make you wet like I do”.

“Mate, I suggest you–”

“Shut up fuck up dickweed, no one is talking to you “mate.” Her sweet pussy belongs to me and only me,” Dexter roared, cutting Alistair off and taking a step towards him, with anger burning in his eyes.

Oh boy, this is just great.

Two men were eyeing each other like two lions during mating season, ready to rip into each other’s throats. I was partly flattered and partly angry that Dexter thought that one night with him gave him a right to tell me with who I could go out with.

Alistair ’s face flushed red and my pulse sped up with anxiety at how Dex was behaving.

“Alistair come on, let’s go,” I hissed knowing that Dexter was ready to punch my date. I shot him a furious glare and started dragging Alistair away, before this whole thing got out of control.

Dexter slammed the door to his apartment, swearing under his breath. I decided to take the stairs to avoid any other surprises. I wanted to disappear into the ground with embarrassment.

Alistair was silent all the way back downstairs, but he stopped me just before I wanted to get into the taxi.

“Did you really sleep with that guy up there?” he asked, looking at me like I’d beaten up his dog. I sighed and wondered what was I supposed to say to him? I couldn’t lie. Alistair was sweet and decent, but my body craved bad mouthy Dexter.

“It was just one mistaken night that meant nothing to me. I don’t normally do that and I really want you to take me out on a date, if you still want to that is?”

I saw hesitation in his eyes that was soon replaced by smile. Alistair was handsome and well mannered, the kind of guy that I should have gone for in the first place.

God, what was wrong with me?

“Of course,” he said confidently.

We jumped into the waiting taxi in absolute silence, I was trying to act like earlier encounter with Dexter had never happened, but deep down I knew our date was already spoiled. The conversation in the taxi was stunted and awkward, although Alistair managed to make me laugh a few times. My head was somewhere else and things hadn’t improved when we got to the restaurant. The waiter mixed up our orders, so we had to wait an extra hour for food, and by that time we were both starved and pretty annoyed.

He dropped me home by ten and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I kept apologising, trying to tell him that I normally didn’t do one night stands, but he kept saying that he wasn’t judgmental. Alistair was a gentleman, but he didn’t say if he wanted to see me again or not.

When I took the lift back to my apartment, the corridor was silent. I had no idea if Dexter was in or not. At least he wasn’t waiting for me this time. After I drank a glass of white wine I went to bed, thinking about the feel of Dexter’s skilled hands on my skin.

He woke me up early the next morning; his bedroom shared a wall directly next to mine, so I heard as he slammed the door back and forward. When I glanced at the clock, I saw that it was only 4.00 am. I tossed and turned drifting back to sleep half an hour later.

I finally got up around eight. It was Tuesday and I knew that if I didn’t talk to him right away, my whole day would be ruined. I knew a really great coffee place a couple of miles away from the complex. This was a good way to bring him back to being my friend. I thought that we both needed to set things straight and talk about Dexter’s expectations of me. We hadn’t set any particular rules, and we had only slept together once, so I didn’t understand why he was so angry that I went out on a date.

pair of jeans and T-shirt, took my car key and headed out. I decided to walk through the concierge area to check if there

started reading the flyers on the desk, waiting for her to leave. When I looked closely I finally recognised her from Harry’s party.

don’t understand, how could I

engaged. I stepped towards them feeling like all the air was suddenly punched out of my lungs.

to Dexter Tyndall?” I asked, just

understands what I

him. I’m sure he’ll be glad to see his fiancée,” I chipped in, a fake smile forming on my face even though

right in front of me and I hated to admit that she was stunning. Her thick black hair fell in luscious waves around her shoulders, her

lies. I thought that finally, after so many years of listening to the same bullshit, I had found a guy who was upfront about everything. He wanted to screw me without any expectations and I was okay with it, but the freaking fiancée? Hypocrite! How dare

tone of voice. She was English, a Londoner just like me.

strolled casually after me, but didn’t say anything else. The ride in the lift was long and very awkward. She was doing everything she could in order not to

take

was following or not, but I wanted to serve him the best wake-up call that I could think of. He was up at 4.00 am, so

was doing. Anger was crashing through me like the tall waves on the shore. This time I didn’t plan to simply walk away and bury my

you doing?” she shouted when I came out of

to wake him up,” I sang and barged through the door. The model was saying something to me, but I wasn’t listening. I

tiger on the prowl, jumping off the bed still naked and soaked right through, shaking his head. My insides turned into mush, but that wasn’t the time or

lost your fucking mind?” he shouted, not paying the slightest attention

wake you?” I asked sarcastically. “I just wanted to let you know that your fiancée is here to

went wild, the muscles on his jaw tightening. Finally, his eyes registered the stunning brunette in his bedroom. I was ready to smash his windows with a baseball bat. I wanted to tear him apart, not because I was weak enough to have slept

with that sweet tone that made me nauseous. I was out of the door before I

the fuck out of my apartment, you

angry, but I bet that he was ready to fuck her in the same bed where just the other night he had fucked me. I couldn’t stand there. I wasn’t jealous, just really pissed off with the fact that

probably would have cried in shame and horror, but right now I

ago were pulsing through me like a drumbeat, every thought pounding in my brain. Kirk was the guy I had been ready to spend the rest of my life with. I loved

the pole. She didn’t know that I had been practising at home. Kirk was out catching

the same. He was acting cold and distant, like we were strangers, not two people sharing their lives together under the same roof. We hadn’t talked much and I felt neglected when he didn’t want to have sex. Whenever I asked him about it, he kept saying that it was just stress. Apparently, he was working on a new project at

about him, so I gave him the space that he needed. It was all right to feel worthless once in a while, but this had been going on for

and I needed a friend that I could talk to about this stuff with Kirk, so I took the

been friends since kindergarten—she had eaten and slept in my parents’ house often enough. Mum always treated her like another daughter. So I didn’t knock, but walked in knowing that she

stairs: a pair of underwear and a man’s shirt. The living room was in a bit better state, but it was empty. I put my hands to the radiator, hoping to warm

unannounced. In the past few months she had been acting weird, asking me to call before I showed up. I stood on the bottom of the stairs for about thirty seconds, wondering if I had the guts to check out if she had company. Jess didn’t have a boyfriend. She was a party girl and

so fucking amazing. I want to come on

I laughed nervously to myself, not wanting to believe they were capable of hurting me so viciously. I

no, no—this wasn’t happening to me. Not again and not with my

to know for sure. When I opened the bedroom door I saw Kirk pounding himself into Jessica, the sweat gathering on his back, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she gripped the back of his head with one hand and twisted the