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.

decided to walk through the concierge area to check if there was

woman talking to Duncan. She looked pretty pissed off. I started reading the flyers on the desk,

Tyndall is my bloody fiancée. I don’t understand, how could I not be

she said. Dexter was engaged. I stepped towards them feeling like

to speak to Dexter Tyndall?” I asked, just to

that understands what I want,” she complained,

glad to see his fiancée,” I chipped in, a fake smile forming on my face even though I was ready to scream, shout and scratch her face with

at the party—I was too busy avoiding Dexter—but now she was standing 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 skin was clear and bright, and she wore a

knew that it was just sex between me and Dex, but I despised stinky, slimy 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 he be angry about Alistair ?

you are?” she asked with an indifferent tone of voice. She was English, a Londoner just like me. This

She strolled casually after me, but didn’t say anything else. The ride in the lift was long and very awkward. She

take it

think of. He was up at 4.00 am, so now he was

ice water, not even thinking about what I 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 head under the sand—I was ready to

shouted when I came out of the

wake him up,” I sang and barged through the door. The model

like a 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

shouted, not paying the slightest attention to the fact that he wasn’t alone. I

I asked sarcastically. “I just wanted to

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

that sweet tone that made me nauseous. I was out of the door before I had a chance to listen to their bitter exchange,

the fuck out of my

I couldn’t stand there. I wasn’t jealous, just really pissed off with the

thinking straight. A year ago I probably would have cried in shame and horror, but right now I needed to drive for a while

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 him so much that it physically

been practising at home. Kirk was out catching up with a friend from work. I didn’t want to be stuck in front of the TV for the rest of the evening, so I decided to head to my best

 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

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

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

there was a dim light in her bedroom. We had 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 wouldn’t

stairs: a pair of underwear and a man’s shirt. The living room was in a bit better state, but it

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 she liked her

amazing. I

was having hearing problems. I knew that voice, but something was wrong. Kirk didn’t swear and he didn’t talk dirty in bed. I laughed nervously to myself, not wanting to

me. Not again and

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 sheets with the other. I stood there staring at their display,