Dexter
Sasha looked amazing with that short black dress that barely covered her ass. She didn’t notice me standing on the other side of the room when she walked through the door. Hell, I had to take control of my fucking dick, because I was already rock hard for her.
She had the perfect body, curves in the right places and fantastic breasts. Wow, I was going to come in my pants just looking at her. I wasn’t the only one that noticed how beautiful she looked tonight. All the other sad fuckers in the room had been following her every move since she walked in. This wasn’t going to be easy. I wanted to grab her and claim her as mine, but I knew that this wasn’t the way to do it. She hated my guts, so I had to play it carefully.
“I’m not your property, Dexter. I’m here, which means that I can choose whoever I please,” she replied, lifting her glass to sip some of her champagne. I glanced at Harry, who was watching us silently. He looked amused. He knew that I was interested in her. A wave of jealous rage was slowly filling me and I needed to calm the fuck down. I wanted to spread her legs and slide my cock between these gorgeous thighs and claim her right there.
“I’m the one for you, Barbie,” I said.
“Harry, would you please introduce me around? I’d rather jump out of the window than stay here and listen to this asshole.”
“Your wish is my command. Safe hunting, Dexter,” Harry said, winking at me. Bastard, he was mocking me, but it was just a warm-up. Sasha was going to be mine by the end of the night.
I watched as he started introducing her to a few guys that I knew from the previous parties. Gavin, Rich and the new guy with a black beard. A lot of times Harry invited the same men and women, but tonight there were only a few faces that I recognised. I needed to get laid, and Sasha wasn’t buying my cocky attitude, but ever since I met her I couldn’t think about anyone else but her.
I hated crowds and being around people in general. Normally I felt shut in, trapped, almost claustrophobic. It was easier to overcome these fears in my day-to-day job, but I struggled during parties and functions.
“Hey, handsome, how are you?”
A short brunette in a long red dress touched my shoulder. She was new and she was exactly the type that I was used to. Small, perky tits with a slim, almost waif-like stature and dark hair. That was before I met Sasha.
“Let’s get straight to the point, darling. We’re both here because we like to fuck,” I said, finishing my whisky. This was my second glass, but the alcohol was helping me with the mounting darkness that was slowly creeping through.
She looked shocked that I was so blunt. The problem was that I wasn’t interested in any other pussy tonight except Sasha’s.
“Well, I’m sure that we can come to some sort of agreement,” she purred with a smile.
“Whatever, lady. Go and find something to do. I’ll find you when I’m ready,” I snapped at her.
“Show some respect. I’m not going to be treated like some cheap whore.” She scowled at me.
“If you’re not a cheap whore, then what the hell are you doing here?” I asked her. She called me an asshole and walked away. Good. I wasn’t in the mood anyway. This was going to be long night and I had to get myself drunk enough to numb the asshole me and switch to a nicer Dexter. Screw it, I didn’t do nice, but Sasha hated the real me and I was desperate for her to come back home with me.
For the next couple of hours I stood alone in the corner watching her talk to other men. She looked uncomfortable, but she was doing everything in her power to hide it. Women came and went away after trying to talk to me, but I wasn’t making an effort. The food was brought around on little trays, and I shoved some canapés into my mouth so at least I had something to do rather than just feeling like shit. My head was screwed and I had no idea why I wanted Sasha so much. She glanced at me from time to time from under her lashes, with that cute flush on her cheeks. When Gavin wrapped his arm around her waist, I thought I was going to smash his jaw.
It was a fucking swing party, for Christ’s sake, but Sasha wasn’t like the others. She didn’t have that predatory hunger in her eyes. She
to stand here and pretend that you don’t give a fuck?” Harry asked, approaching me. He had changed the music into something more sensuous: Massive Attack’s “Angel,” I think. The waitresses that carried the canapés
and go. There's plenty here, but I’m not in the
and she models for top fashion houses,” Harry said, sipping his drink. Fucking model, it was probably the one that looked like a skeleton. She was just skin and bones, nothing to grab on to, no curves, no luscious flesh to press into. She was usually my type, but I
will be more,” I muttered. Harry turned to face me, but I ignored
don’t you? You’ve been watching her like a hawk
she wants it, too, but she's pretending that she isn’t into me,” I growled, trying to
anyway? She doesn’t strike me as a
it. You don’t need to tell
bastard. I knew that as soon as I fucked Sasha I could move on to someone else and get back to my usual routine of daily
her all over while she was trying to push him off. Harry laughed and was just about to say something else, but the sound of his phone distracted him. He picked the call up, walking
to go and talk to her. I
his company and she was heading to the kitchen. I
time no see. My pussy
she would be here,
Sasha
mean you can’t
to some food. Was this about
fingers over my spine, asking me if I was interested in him. He seemed nice but a bit over the top, and I wanted to slap his hand that traced my naked flesh. Dexter was watching me the whole time, I’d noticed. I could see that women were approaching him, but he didn’t react, as if he wanted to send them
and my guests are waiting. What
glanced at the pole and imagined myself up there as everyone’s eyes were on me. In the past few weeks I had been
was a waste of my valuable time,” Harry muttered, standing
lip. If I wanted to do this, I had to say something now. “What’s the matter?” I asked
ankle, but I bet she had another performance somewhere else that was much more important to her. Why
can replace her,” I said quietly looking at him.
do you mean?” he
for your guests,” I said, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden because he was staring at me
dance on the pole? Seriously?” he
snapped and turned away, but he grabbed my
then you’d be doing me a great
black-haired supermodel. Great, so he already had moved on to someone else. “I think
What do you need to