On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 6

Dexter

I woke up at four a.m. feeling worse than yesterday evening, but at least the few hours’ kip had got rid

of my banging headache. There was a vile taste in my mouth, probably because I drank too much

whiskey last night. It was still dark outside, so I tossed and turned before I decided to get up. I hadn’t

been sleeping well since Joey died. A few weeks ago I tried a few different pills to get me through the

night, but in the end I had problems with breathing, so I stopped taking them.

Thank fuck it was finally Saturday. But I couldn’t stay in bed and just lie there for no reason, so I went to

the office in my apartment and started drafting emails to potential clients, checking properties, doing

anything to keep me busy. I thought I could get through millions of tasks before lunchtime.

After two hours I noticed that my hands were shaking like fuck, so I went to the kitchen, took orange

juice from the fridge and drank it all. Six o’clock was my workout time. The gym downstairs was small,

but fully equipped. For as long as I could remember I’ve kept fit and looking buff. Women loved running

their smooth fingers over my six-pack and I had to keep my stamina up for all that pussy I had on tap.

I made a coffee and decided to go out on the terrace to watch the sunrise.

Despite the early morning, it was relatively warm. The temperatures were going to shoot up to around

thirty degrees Celsius later on. The boys from the office wanted to drive to the beach on the weekend,

but I wasn’t up for it.

I slid the door wide open, welcoming the crisp, fresh air. The sun was rising slowly above the horizon,

the red sky reminding me of the day I found my father in the attic. He hadn't been a very good sleeper

either. By the time the medic got to our house, the morning sky burned with pigments of red, pink and

gold, but Dad was already cold and free of his misery.

For a split second I thought that I was having hallucinations. Sasha was standing by the balustrade

leaning over it, looking at something below. She wore a silky red nightgown which was short, exposing

her perfect, firm ass.

A couple of months ago, I came back to the apartment drunk and smashed the fence that separated

my side of the apartment terrace from Joey’s. We got on quite well and I think it was because he

reminded me a lot of my own father, although Joey wasn’t shut down emotionally like him. Sometimes

in the evenings we met on the terrace and talked for hours. Since that drunken episode I never

bothered to put the fence back up, and it seemed that Joey didn’t mind.

Right then I knew it was the best decision I had ever made.

I had an amazing view of Sasha’s ass, giving me an instant hard-on. Glimpses of a pink thong were

showing, similar to the one that I had stolen from her. Seeing her so exposed, unaware that I was

watching, made me so bloody crazy.

I didn’t care what she was looking at. All I wanted was to part that sweet pussy and to bury myself

inside her where she would take every inch of me, screaming, growling and waking up all the

neighbours with her sensual, loud moans.

“Beautiful view; so inviting,” I said loudly. She flinched and turned abruptly, finally noticing me. There

was no way she’d just woken up. She still had her makeup on. Maybe she worked during the night.

Whatever; she could wake me up like that every day and I would love it.

Slowly her eyes took me in and a cute flush crept over her face. I knew that she couldn’t help herself

glancing down at my bare chest. The image of her exposed bum cheeks danced in front of my eyes. I

didn’t need to hide my erection that was popping out of my boxers.

“Like what you see?” I asked, cocking my head to the side, smiling and winking at her. She swallowed

hard, looking like she couldn’t make her lips work.

“How long have you been standing here?” she barked, her voice vibrating in my head, sending a

shudder of heat to my groin. She was so hot when she was angry. The hell, I couldn’t stop thinking

about what I could do to her.

“Long enough to admire your sexy backside,” I smirked.

She parted her lips with shock, looking around. “Why are these terraces joined together? Wasn’t there

supposed to be a dividing fence somewhere in the middle?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

True, I was standing on her side, but Joey’s paperwork didn’t say anything about the fact that we never

put the fence back up.

“Not relevant,” I said, closing the gap between us. She shivered and small goosebumps broke out

across her shoulders. My fingers itched to grab her hair and pull her head down to my cock. I noticed

that she had stopped breathing altogether, and suddenly my internal sound system began to play

Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On.” Her eyes had already checked me out and now that I was so close I

had a chance to see her impressive cleavage. Her big juicy tits were in need of my touch. “My

proposition stands. I want to watch as your pussy grows moist with excitement and then I’m going to

thrust my cock deep inside you.”

She inhaled and I saw the heat igniting in her green eyes. Then she leaned over and for a split second

I thought she was going kiss me.

“I would rather eat dirt than go into bed with you.”

She could say whatever she liked, but I knew she wanted me. Her erect nipples were popping out of

the thin material, making my cock twitch. Her breathing changed, growing harder and laboured. She

smelled delicious and I was ready to push away whatever restraints were holding me back and just

take her, here and now.

“Liar. I bet your pussy is already wet for me.” I moved closer. The tip of my dick brushed her thigh and

she inhaled sharply. “Come inside and I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll beg for more.”

I had her then, seeing how she trembled under my touch. Flaming desire was fucking with my head.

“No chance, fuckface. I’m selling the apartment today and then I’ll be out of here. You keep dreaming

about my pussy—the only pussy that you will never have.”

Then she was back inside her apartment. I stood there not believing that she fucking left me high and

dry. She closed her curtains and I swore loudly. For that split second I thought that she would give in,

but I was wrong. I loved that she wouldn’t back down from me, but kept fighting. I also loved the fact

that she was more stubborn than was good for her. The chase kept this pussy hunt fun.

I didn’t stay to watch the sunrise; instead I went back inside riddled with sexual frustration. She had no

idea what I was planning, but she would know in exactly eight hours. The fun had only just begun.

Sasha

Why did he have to be so good-looking? And that deliciously defined torso. Hell, I didn’t even know

how to pull myself together after our naughty encounter. We were sharing the terrace, of course; how

could I miss that? I had to investigate this because the solicitor’s paperwork clearly stated that the

terraces were separated.

I had just finished my shift, changed into something more comfortable and gone outside to admire the

view. How was I supposed to know that he was such an early bird?

Who on the earth got up at six o’clock on Saturday morning?

My heart was racing away when his body moved so close to mine. It’d been so long since I had sex

and now my hormones were driving me absolutely berserk because I had the Scottish sex god next

door.

I stripped, switched off my lights, and went back to bed. The apartment was finally on the market and I

had my first viewing later on. I had to get some sleep. There had been some issues with the paperwork

and the estate agent took ages to sort it out. On Thursday morning I kept going up and down to the city

to make sure they had everything they needed.

Dexter and his super-hot body kept playing tricks in my mind. I couldn’t believe that there were so

many women that only wanted to sleep with him—well, I could but he paraded them like an event at

Crufts. The ache between my legs didn’t just disappear while I tried to get to sleep. His bedroom was

next door to mine. I could hear him through the walls and it was infuriating.

He wanted to sleep with me. But why? I wasn’t like the girls that visited him. They were mostly

brunettes with small boobs and perfectly formed, slim bodies. Kirk had been great in bed, tender and

gentle. I didn’t want to think about him at all. He had hurt me, ruined my life, and it took me months to

lift myself up. Sleep came after some time when Dexter finally settled in his own apartment.

The sound of my annoying alarm woke me up several hours later. I dragged myself out of bed and

headed to the shower. When the water traced my skin I stroked myself, moaning and imagining how it

would be to be one of those girls in Dexter Tyndall’s bed.

Several minutes later I came out not feeling better at all, only more frustrated. I needed to get out with

the girls from pole-dancing class. I didn’t need a man.

I dressed in a smooth black dress that hung below the knee, styled my hair, and did some last-minute

sprucing of the apartment, getting it ready for the viewing. I put some bags in the cupboards. In Joey’s

old bedroom, I’d found pictures of him and Dexter on a yacht. I didn’t want to believe that they were

friends, but the pictures suggested otherwise.

At five to two I had a call from the concierge, and the couple that had arranged a viewing arrived five

minutes later with the estate agent. I opened the door for them, smiling politely. They were loaded, I

could tell straight away. The woman was petite with wavy black hair, wearing designer clothes. The guy

had a watch that cost more than my car.

I let them in and showed them around. The apartment and the complex were a style-conscious

couple’s wet dream. Everyone was in love with this stylish, modern building with top-notch appliances

in the kitchen. The en-suite bathrooms were classically styled yet with modern accents, and the two

bedrooms were spacious. I didn’t know what to make of this couple. The man seemed quiet, not that

impressed, but the woman, Sally, kept saying that she wanted to get it off the market today.

She loved everything about it and was already planning what she could do to one of the rooms. At

some point I left them to it, smiling to myself, knowing that they were going to put in an offer today.

Dexter could go to hell for all I cared. I had at least six weeks left here and I was planning to use this

time to enjoy myself. After that I’d rent a small apartment somewhere in Edinburgh.

“Beautiful, and the views are mesmerising,” Sally said, coming back to the living room with her husband

and the estate agent. “How long have you been here?”

“Only a couple of days actually; my parents recently inherited this apartment from a relative and my

mother wants to sell it,” I explained.

“Well, you must enjoy it. I would love to get it today, but Mike wants to look over the paperwork with Pat

here,” she added. The husband gave me a silent nod to confirm what she said.

When we were just about to go out, she leaned over and whispered, “We will call you today. I want to

buy this place.”

I wanted to jump up and down. This couldn’t get any better. We went outside while the men talked

about the service charges and ground rent.

“Oh, Dex... harder, please… fuck me harder. You’re so good at this.”

We all stopped, turning towards the other terrace door. There was Dexter, still dressed in his suit,

banging yet another brunette right out in open view of us all. The colour drained from my face and I

stood horrified, watching as he moved inside her, as if completely unaware that he had an audience.

“You like that, yeah? I can keep fucking you all day long, baby,” he rasped.

I looked at the potential buyers, who were standing bewildered, their faces twisted in distaste. Pat

mumbled something about going to the lift.

Dex knew that we were there. He glanced at me briefly and flashed me one of his best smiles. I was

ready to strangle him.

“This is outrageous,” Sally muttered and started moving towards the lift. Finally Dexter’s brunette

noticed us and started hitting him.

“Dex, let’s get inside. There are people here.”

“Hold on, I’m close… God you’re tight.”

The wait for the lift was the longest few minutes in my life. I was mortified and wanted to disappear. The

wife kept glancing back and then at me, like it was all my fault. That prick. I thought that he wasn’t at

home.

“I’m so sorry about this. I’ll be having a word with the owner about such behaviour,” I mumbled, trying to

rescue the situation when the lift finally arrived.

“We will be in touch, Miss Scott. Goodbye,” said the husband before Sally could add anything else.

That was it then. The elevator door closed and I stood there trying to breathe as the anger clouded my

mind. They weren’t going to make an offer. Dexter and his dick ruined this sale for me, probably

intentionally. I was so livid that I could barely stand still.

After a few deep breaths I marched to his door and started banging at it, ready for a full-blown

argument.