On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1) novel 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

“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.