On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 20

Sasha

 

 

Kirk was staring at me with wide startled eyes. I swallowed past the large lump that formed in my throat. Pain from the past poured through my heart as I remembered him coming at me with those vicious hate-glazed eyes. I was trying to move, to do something, but I was glued to the spot.

“Sasha?” he asked, like he didn’t recognise me, the fucker.

Dexter began to shift next to me and his eyes took in Kirk. My ex-boyfriend had short brown hair and he was wearing a suit. He looked sophisticated and it seemed that after a year, life was treating him pretty well. This wasn’t fair and I wanted to vanish. I grabbed Dexter’s elbow. Panic was invading me quickly like an unexpected avalanche, washing over my body, threatening to suffocate me. Dark thoughts began rippling through me as I stared at the man I had been in love with for years. It had taken him only a second to betray me. 

“We need to take the stairs, right now,” I hissed.

“Sasha, wait. I want to talk to you. I’ve been meaning to call your mother,” Kirk said, taking a step towards me. The corridor was slowly closing in on me; the panic attack was approaching as my heart rate escalated. This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t here, he couldn’t be. His voice had haunted me in my dreams until this day.

“Sasha? What the fuck is going on?” Dexter snapped, annoyed. I couldn’t just stand there like that and let Kirk manipulate me into a conversation. I span a hundred and eighty degrees and started marching away. 

“Hey, wait. Come on, Sash, I think I deserve at least a minute of your time.”

I felt his hand on my shoulder and nausea hit me. The pain washed over me, reminding of that fatal day in our flat when I was trying to make amends, to understand why he did it, picking up the pieces from the past four years. Then came the humiliation and his hidden cruelty when he began turning everyone against me, kicking me while I was still down.  

“Don’t fucking touch me, you piece of shit!” I screamed, whipping around.

In the next moment Dexter was right in front of Kirk’s face, shoving me aside. In other circumstances I would have told Dexter to mind his own business, but seeing Kirk again drained all my energy and courage from me. My whole body was shaking and I knew that I had to get out of this building; otherwise, I was going to start screaming.

“Sasha, who would have thought. You got yourself a body guard, how ab—”

Kirk didn’t finish what he wanted to say; Dexter had him pinned against the wall, his face a couple of inches away from Kirk’s. My ex wasn’t weak. He was taller and bulkier than any other man I knew. I gasped when I saw Dexter’s face. He looked like a madman, his eyes filled with escalating fury.

 

“Say one more word to her, shitface, and I will rip your tongue out of your mouth!” Dexter growled and shoved his elbow over Kirk’s neck, pressing it until my ex-boyfriend’s face paled. There were other people moving through the corridor and Dexter was making a scene. Bile rose in my throat. I couldn’t get him involved—not then or ever.

“Dex, please. He’s not worth it. Let’s just go,” I said quietly and touched him.  

while he was talking to me, but I wasn’t really listening. The

right back,” he told me in the car. I knew that

of previous encounters pushed right through my head. The stabbing panic threatened to seize control of my brain. I didn’t know how much time passed, but eventually Dexter

This should make you feel

but somehow I managed

distract you from whatever the hell is going on in that sassy head of

psycho and I should have known better; we were back in Glasgow. I didn’t even

brain started to switch off. Dexter was right; the sharp taste of sorbet could turn any negative thoughts away. I emptied the bowl within minutes. My breathing was coming back

even

over the tight white top that I’d worn today. When I met his gaze, instead of desire I saw troubled concern, and that put me

finally asked, switching on the

hadn’t shared with anyone else before, but my past was fucked up and very complicated. I was afraid that if I told him the whole truth, he might

park. I assumed that we were going back to the complex. The wild adventure was over.

 

for you

“And what would you

even asking that question? I’ve enough money; I would hire someone to do the dirty work for me. I’m too good-looking to

How are you

traffic lights and Dexter leaned over and kissed me, deeply and sensually. “I’m sure. I’m the best-looking man in Scotland and probably England too,”

couldn’t stop laughing, trying to hide my

did care when I

you hate

answer. We weren’t in a relationship, but I wasn’t done with sleeping with him yet. I didn’t want to dive straight back into the gloom, like my first few

to talk about it. I know that

still hire a hit

him, that means that you care too much about me, Dexter, so

to know that he didn’t like my statement. The light changed to green and the car moved forward. The silence was awkward, but at least he had done a good job with lightening my depressive mood; his, too, for that matter. I still had no idea why he’d behaved so strangely

more than you realise. This isn’t a fucking

he really meant

the pain. There were many causes of migraine. Dexter used a lot of other

was in a much better mood. Dexter was quiet. I had another pole-dancing training session tonight and I needed to take it easy before the class. I was hoping that he’d had enough

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