On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Dexter

Harry had his arms around Sasha. What the fuck was going on? A shot of raging jealousy singed my chest, but I tried to ignore it. I hadn’t seen her since she got that fucking phone call. Fuck, even now she looked sexy as hell, wearing skimpy black shorts that exposed these well-defined thighs.

I was frustrated sexually and mentally. In the past few days I had been trying to figure out why I got so pissed off the other day. I’d always known that she was going to move out, but we weren’t done playing yet.

“Hey, Dex, how are you?” Harry asked.

“Fine.”

That’s all I said, then I opened the door into my apartment and slid inside. I couldn’t be bothered talking to him, not right in front of her. We were close and we had stuff in common, but the situation with Victoria hadn’t really sunk in yet and I had a lot to think about. I kept insisting to myself that me and Sasha, we were done—this whole thing had gone too far—but I still wanted to have her in my bed. I regretted that I had thrown her out of my apartment right after telling her that I didn’t care.

In the past twenty-four hours, I had been fighting with myself, wondering if I should just go to her and apologise. Fuck, Dexter Tyndall didn’t show any signs of weakness.

Several minutes later there was a knock to my door. I wondered who it was this time.

“Hiding in our bunker, are we?” Harry asked, standing at the door. I should have known that he would show up here, but why did he go see Sasha? He had no business with her.

“Not in the fucking mood. What do you want?” I asked and started walking away. I heard him closing the door behind us.

“What’s with you and Barbie?”

I ignored him and picked up some Jack Daniels from the cupboard. My head was racing again, and I hadn’t fucked anyone else since Sasha. This was getting out of control.

“Nothing. We fucked, fought, made up, fucked some more. It was fun,” I said, laughing it out, but I sounded like a total asshole. My body was craving her for more than just sex.

Harry didn’t look happy with me and yes, I got it. I hated myself right then. I’d fucked up. And then there was Victoria and her emotional blackmail. I had no idea what to do.

“All right, so if you’re done with her then can I have a go?”

I lost my shit then. I got up so quickly that the chair fell back onto the floor, and I grabbed Harry by the collar. I was ready to beat the shit out of him, but Harry was taller than me, and he reacted faster than I expected. He wrestled with me for a bit and then slapped me like I was a girl.

“For fuck’s sake! Calm the fuck down, Dexter. I’m your friend. Do you really think that I would tap that while you can’t even get it together enough to admit that you want to keep her for yourself?” he shouted and let go of my shirt.

I didn’t say anything. He was partly right; I went into a rage even thinking about her and another guy. But then she had just made a decision and fucking accepted that offer.

“It’s complicated,” I muttered.

her about you, she said the same thing,” Harry replied. He seemed angry and my own head was wrecked. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. “She said that you aren’t the boyfriend type, so she isn’t holding much

to her and declare my love? That wasn’t happening—this wasn’t a fucking Mills and

like her, but that’s about it. I don’t work well

was hoping that he would leave, but he stayed and began asking me about the business and the complex. I was sensing that he wanted to know what went on between Sasha and me, but I wasn’t ready to talk

looking through properties and my finances. That didn’t help, and I started going through my apartment, trying to find

was unlocked. I kept looking

glancing behind me. My breath was coming in short ragged pants; I

time the physicality of hard exercise didn’t seem to be doing me any good. Sex and women were the best solution

I had always wanted. Pap died because he couldn’t handle life. I’d rather stay alone than be dead.                        

“Dexter?” 

I had to come up with some sort of apology, because I wanted to get lost with

was a lame question, but I didn’t know how to act around her anymore. She made me uneasy. I was normally very confident and aggressive, even with clients. I knew what I needed from them, but being with woman I cared about—that was an

so she was still pissed and she didn’t want to talk to me. That was understandable after the way I had

to hear me out, so stop

“I’m not running away

right? I shouldn’t have thrown you out of my apartment,” I said, massaging the nape

Why couldn’t I just say that I

say something that you don’t

every fucking word. I was pissed that you were going to leave, so please let

raised her eyebrows,

the beach.

last forever,” she said, reminding me about that fucking

“I know.”

apartment, but all I could think of was her body in those tight athletic clothes. I found a nice private space between the rocks. It was a fucking heaven and I

a good idea,”

fuck

Sasha

with mine. This was so wrong, but it felt so good. His touch and calming words shocked me. The savage desire I

took off his t-shirt, exposing his wide gleaming chest. He must have been out for a run around the same time as me. It

my spine, then my bum cheeks. I gasped, feeling his fingers stroking me. I was wet for

we should

his fingers working their way into my wet knickers. His mouth was kissing my shoulder, biting at my neck. Tingles of heat lashed down the base of my spine. He had so much control over me. I tried to glance around to make sure that we were alone, but I