On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 29

Sasha

I didn’t want to make too much effort, but my heart beat loudly in my chest, letting me know that Dexter had come back to rip apart the last piece of my broken soul. He’d said some unforgivable stuff in the hospital, stuff that wrecked my confidence, reminding me about the past. I knew that if I invited him in we could end up in bed, back to square one, so I had to demand we talk on neutral ground.

I changed quickly, dressing in a pair of leather pants and navy top, making sure that it was low cut. Despite everything, I liked making him needy and frustrated. Dexter needed to see what he had lost and I wanted to make him as uncomfortable as I could during the whole dinner. He hated being around other people and he was going to feel uneasy in a busy restaurant. It was a test: I needed to see if he had been taking to his meds, that the episode from weeks ago and the following time in hospital had taught him anything at all.

Several deep breaths later I went outside, looking sexy. The humid, sticky air wasn’t helping with my overactive libido, but I told myself that I could get through this.

When I jumped into his car, wearing my black heels, his eyes were glazed with lust. I swallowed hard, reminding myself to keep my distance.

“You look gorgeous, Barbie.”

“Really? Complements, Dex? Have you bumped your head or something?” I asked, laughing.

“Actually, I have never been better, thanks to you.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. Was he thanking me for locking him in the psychiatric ward? Impossible. Dexter had never been grateful for anything before. I glanced at him, wondering if I had missed something. For some reason he looked tense, nervous and not like his confident usual self. Something was definitely different about him. My hormones were going into rapture, preheating and lubricating my core. Our sweaty bodies in that hotel room, in his apartment, it was perfect and sexy and I wanted more. My inner voice reminded me that it was the past.

“What are you thinking about, Sasha?”

His voice drew me back and I flinched, feeling the familiar flush creeping over my cheeks. Fuck, we were at the traffic light and he was staring at me with those gleaming brown eyes.

“Nothing that you should be concerned about,” I replied in a low voice.

He smirked and the car moved. “You’re terrible liar, Barbie. You’re turned on and you want me to fuck you again. I can tell by the way you’re squirming and clenching those thighs.”

Bastard. I shifted in my seat and looked away, knowing that I was so freaking wet that it was uncomfortable.

“And I thought that you had changed.” I snorted, shaking my head.

“You love when I talk to you dirty, you sassy liar.”

He knew me better than I knew myself, but I refused to acknowledge it. Something was definitely off about him. This new, different Dexter, this calmer and civilised one was much more frightening than the dirty and arrogant one, and he was less predictable.

He parked the car somewhere in the city centre and winked at me when I crossed my arms over my chest. My gut was telling me that I was making a mistake, that I was stepping into dangerous territory. Dexter was destructive and I was supposed to start over, away from him.

“We need to hurry this up. I was supposed to have a date tonight.”

Dexter

other asshole, whoever he was, could go to hell for all I cared. Her words made me

out a decent Thai place in the centre of Edinburgh and demanded their best table

let that one slide, Barbie. You ain’t seeing anyone else tonight. We both know that your pussy belongs to

eyebrows, folding her arms over her

from me, Dex? You told me that you were done with fucking whiny fat blondes, and now you’re here

to size with that statement, but all I could think of was her tight wet folds. This was getting out of control. I

I wasn’t fucking thinking straight then. In the hospital, you took my hand and I got scared, petrified of having someone in my life, someone that gave a damn. Barbie, you mean the world to me and I want to try this whole monogamous relationship thing with

and looked at me like I was still

your mania, Dexter. You meant every word

Barbie. It looked like my cock did work after all. I was ready to strip her and screw her on the table in front of everyone here, but I had to make her

to me. I want more. I want to fuck you so bad, but

with this whole vanilla emotion talk. My feelings right at this moment weren’t relevant. She didn’t believe me, and until she

you don’t believe in love or relationships. We had fun, Dex, but I can’t do this. I can’t pretend that we

she was relentless in believing that I still wanted to fuck

come every day. I want you and only you,” I insisted.

away her hand, tossing her blond hair behind her. I really wanted her in my apartment tonight, but she was wary, apprehensive. Maybe this wasn’t what she wanted to hear; maybe she was expecting a marriage proposal. Christ, I wasn’t ready for that.

get fucking lost,”

as usual, Dex.”

me for being

Victoria? I saw your picture in the

seeped over me, zipping me with fresh fear at the mention of that psychopath. At that banquet, there were paps everywhere and she forced

her. She won’t be a

she didn’t

what is going to happen once I spread my legs for you?” she asked and I was ready to answer, but she beat me to it. “I want proof,

back with champagne. I grabbed it away from him and poured

easy fix, that maybe I could just woo her with an apology and then we could fuck. Even now, I was hard for her.

that

have insisted on the table in the back, so we wouldn’t have to be disturbed. I looked

Sasha replied, sounding uneasy. She glanced at me in

enough and it looked like she knew my Barbie well. She quickly turned to look at me, flashing me a flirtatious

fuck was this cheeky bitch? They obviously knew

it’s any of your business. You’re interrupting my

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