On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 41

Sasha

I hurled my favourite coffee mug on the floor in frustration. Dexter had lied to my face. I thought that he

would come clean and tell me about his trip to the strip club. I didn’t want to cry, but when my stomach

revolted I ran to the bathroom to throw up again, probably because I was so angry at him. Maybe I

should have waited until we had dinner. The minute he came home I started interrogating him. This

wasn’t wise, so it was no surprise that he kicked off.

Dexter had seen that stripper for a reason, but he refused to say anything. Maybe he was taking drugs

again and feeding me lies, thinking that sex could solve all our problems.

I stripped off, locked the door and had a long and relaxing bath. It was difficult to take my mind off the

man that I had fallen for. I waited for him to tell me about the phone calls, the small box, the strip club,

but he just stood there trying to pretend that everything was all right. The fridge in this apartment was

empty, and I was starving. I left my purse in his apartment and I didn’t want to go back there. We both

had said enough. I never thought that this would happen to me again—for the fourth time? Deep down I

think I knew that he wasn’t cheating, but his lies had hurt me.

An hour later, while switching channels on the TV, I heard a loud knock and Dexter’s voice behind the

door.

“Sasha, I’m sorry, baby.”

I was on my feet, marching towards the entrance. I unlocked the door ready to tell him to get lost.

“Go back to your own apartment. I don’t want to see you,” I said, realising that he was completely

drunk. He took a step towards me, but he lost his balance and landed on the floor. He normally drank

when he felt guilty or when he had a very stressful day. Maybe he did care after all. It didn’t take him

long to finish that champagne that he bought for both of us.

“Barbie, I love you so much. Please don’t be upset,” he mumbled, tangling his fingers through his hair.

Dexter had changed his habits with whiskey and weed; now he drank in moderation. I had never seen

him out of control over the last three years. This wasn’t how I wanted to tell him about our baby.

“Come on, you can’t stay here. We need to get you to bed,” I said, keeping my serious tone, helping

him back on his feet. Our argument was silly. I only wanted to know the truth.

“There isn’t any other pussy, Sash. It’s just you … my special—”

He didn’t finish his thought before barging through the door and burping loudly. I helped him to get

down on the sofa. My anger faded. Now it was just the disappointment and sadness of being lied to.

Whatever was going on with him, it wasn’t good.

“Dexter, I meant to tell you this before. I’m pregnant with your child,” I said loudly, after about five

minutes. When I glanced back at him, he was out, snoring next to me, mumbling words that didn’t

make much sense at all. I covered my lower belly with my palms, thinking about the life that was ahead

of me. Maybe Dex wasn’t ready to be a father. From what I remembered, Kirk was excited when I told

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for me.

I picked myself up and went to bed leaving him on the sofa. All of a sudden I felt exhausted, drained

and wanted to push the last twenty-four hours out of my mind.

I was out within minutes and dreams took over. My baby was beautiful and it was a girl. Tears were

streaming down my cheeks with joy and happiness. Dexter was with me and he couldn’t wait to see

this precious creature, to take her into his arms.

When I woke up there were arms around me, and I felt a little disorientated for a moment. Then

everything came back: last night, our argument and storming away to the other apartment. Dexter had

gotten drunk, because he felt guilty. This was easy to fix—he should have told me the truth. We could

have avoided all these problems.

He was cuddled into me and he was fully erect. I felt his cock pressed over my ass.

“We aren’t okay, so you might as well get up and leave me alone,” I said, aware that he wasn’t asleep

anymore.

“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t want us to fight and I have a killer hangover,” he growled, kissing my neck. Why

did I have to turn into a pile of mush when he was all nice and back to the usual Dexter? “This

afternoon I’ll explain everything, promise. I’ll pick you up from work, all right?”

I turned around abruptly staring at his handsome face, still pretty pissed off. I couldn’t tell him that I

played a stalker and followed him to the strip club. That was a low blow. He obviously didn’t remember

my confession about the baby, and now it was time to tell him.

Come on, Sasha, do it.

“What for? You won’t tell me the truth,” I whispered back, fighting with myself about what was right and

wrong.

“I will. Just trust me, please. Maybe this doesn’t make sense now, but it will.”

He kissed me again and then jumped out of bed, disappearing into the bathroom. I couldn’t talk about

the baby right now. I had to know what he was up to first. Ten minutes later, he nagged and nagged

until I agreed to whatever he was planning to do. My gut feeling told me that there was never going to

be a right time for this kind of talk.

Dexter

My head was absolutely banging. Last night I behaved like a complete asshole. Sasha was smart. I

didn’t realise that she would listen in on my conversation. We argued and then she slammed the door,

telling me to stay away. I was angry, so I drank our champagne and some beer that I found in the

cupboard.

She thought that I was fucking another woman. Shit, I should have known that it would have been

difficult to keep this kind of secret from her.

This morning I left with a hard on, thinking about her gorgeous body. I had to bide my time and wait

until later. Getting drunk was one thing, but executing my carefully prepared plan after messing things

up was another. Sasha needed to be shown that sometimes I had a heart too.

She was still upset when I left for work and it took a bit of convincing for her to agree to go out this

afternoon. The most difficult task was ahead of me.

The situation at work was complicated. We had a few large projects going on and I had to be focused.

Rob was coordinating the work while I tried to act like I wasn’t nervous about later. Many people

wanted to hire me. I had gained a reputation in the market, and with meds my life was better now.

The hours dragged, but everything was ready. Harry was also involved; he suggested bringing her

friends and my brothers. I agreed, and now my nerves were slowly eating me away.

I called her up to check if she was willing to give me a special performance tonight, but she didn’t pick

up. Maybe Lorraine, the stripper, was right. Women were insecure and I was crossing the line with

using another stripper. On the other hand, Sasha had always been very comfortable in her body. She

was bloody stunning.

At two o’clock it started raining. This wasn’t a good sign. Instead of waiting around and risking leaving

her a voicemail, I told Rob that I had personal matter to take care of. I had to surprise her, not anger

her even more. There was no point involving another dancer. How could I be so stupid to think that she

would like that sort of thing?

I headed straight to the strip club and managed to rearrange the setting. Lorraine wasn’t too happy

when I revealed that she wasn’t needed anymore. The engagement ring was back in my jacket pocket.

Harry looked relieved when I mentioned that I’d changed my mind. He suggested calling my brothers

and Sasha’s friends. After everything was sorted in the strip club, I headed straight to the hospital. My

shirt was sticking to my back, and I was twiddling my thumbs waiting outside.

I knew one thing, Sasha was still pissed off with me, and I had to make this right. When I showed up on

the ward, the nurses were glad to assist me. Sasha looked amazing in her white uniform that sparked

up my dick’s attention instantly.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest. “You were supposed to call

first, not show up while I’m still working.”

“I left you a load of messages, Barbie, and you know that I’m not a very patient person.”

She rolled her eyes at me.

“I have been busy, Dex. I only had ten minutes for lunch and I haven’t even looked at my phone.”

“Okay, I get it, but we need to go, now.”

She shook her head, looking at me like I had lost my mind.

“Dexter, this doesn’t quite work like that. My shift doesn’t finish for another hour.”

“This is important for me, Sash. Let me talk to your boss. I’m sure that I can convince her to let you go

early,” I said.

She opened her mouth, probably to argue with me, but I kissed her. This always worked, the

distraction.

“You’re truly the most annoying person that I have ever known,” she said after I pulled away, hiding a

smile. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Her ass looked awesome in the uniform. I had to bloody calm down. This wasn’t the place or the time

to get hard. She made me wait a while and by the time she came back I was struggling to keep myself

in line.

“Okay, Dexter, I’m free to go, but I want you to explain to me what is going on.”

“Not now, Barbie,” I said, grabbing her hand. She was relentless, so I had to come up with something

fast.

“Dex, I’m—”

“Everything will be clear to you in about half an hour. Please, Barbie, just trust me,” I leaned over and

whispered in her ear.

She gave up until we got into the car. Then she told me off about drinking last night, asking, probably

hoping, that I would tell her where we were going. I kept quiet, telling myself to keep calm.

When we parked outside the club, I could see anger beginning to form in her soft features, my pulse

started speeding and my palms were damp with sweat. It amazed me what I had to do in order to get

laid again.

Jesus.

“Strip club? You can’t be serious,” she said, drilling me down with her green eyes.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you performing. I thought that you could dance for me today,” I said,

grabbing her hands and leaning over, inhaling her alluring perfume. For a split second, I thought that

she was going to hit me. Instead she pressed her lips in a hard line, glaring at me in frustration.

“So let me make this clear,” she said, drowning a breath. “You want me to dance for you, after you got

hammered and put yourself at risk?”

“Baby, I want to spice things up a little. I fucked up. Please just one dance. You haven’t danced for me

for so long,” I pleaded, knowing that she was ready to break.

“And then you’ll tell me what is going on with you?”

“Yes … of course. I’m getting hard thinking about your stunning body.”

“Fine, one dance, but don’t get your hopes up. This won’t solve all our problems,” she scoffed, getting

out of the car. My breaths were shallow and my heart was jackhammering in my chest, reminding me

why we were really here. I couldn’t wait to see how this whole afternoon would pan out.

“Welcome, Mr. Tyndall, everything is ready for you,” said Larry, greeting us with a smile at the entrance.

The club wasn’t busy, so the timing was perfect. We walked through two sets of doors until we were in

a private part of the club. The central part of the club had its own large stage and a large bar at the

back. We didn’t stop there but carried on walking further down the long dark corridor.

Larry opened the black door and vanished, silently wishing me good luck. I didn’t need it. I was

confident but nervous as fuck. Four walls were painted in red and there was a comfortable black

leather sofa in the centre. I smelled vanilla in the air. The place had just been cleaned up. The decor

was elegant and minimalistic. I was already imaging Sasha sitting on my face.

Shit. Stop it, Tyndall.

I had to pull myself together. This wasn’t the reason that I brought her here tonight.

“Come on, baby, show me your best moves,” I whispered, kissing her along her jaw line.

“Dex, I’m in my uniform.”

“That’s even better. You have no idea how long I have been meaning to ask you to wear it during sex,” I

said, sitting down comfortably on the sofa. She hesitated, looking around with open curiosity, but then

our song began playing, and that was it. Her eyes shimmered with excitement. She recognised it. It

was the same song that Harry played during her first performance at the mixer party. "Sexy Can I" by

Ray J and Yung Berg. I loved that tune.

Sasha dropped her bag on the floor and moved back.

“I can’t believe that you remembered that song, Dex.” She laughed, tossing her hair behind her. I

shifted on the sofa, thinking that I was already losing control, and she hadn’t even done anything yet.

Her eyes shifted, revealing burning desire and arousal. Blood rushed down to my groin as she began

swaying her hips in the rhythm of the song, slowly at first.

I tensed up, swallowing hard. The air around me vibrated, thickening with crackling lust and the scent

of vanilla. I had to concentrate and just be patient. She was such a turn-on moving around me. She

licked her lips and began unhooking her uniform, slowly.

I didn’t think that I could wait until the end. This woman controlled my desire, provoking me, drowning

me of the last bits of control and resistance.

She brought her hands to her hair and bent down, keeping her eyes on me, biting her lip. I was melting

down in my seat; my heart shuddered between my ribs. My cock was rock hard, ready, throbbing in my

pants.

Sasha turned around, revealing an arm with a giggle, then bent down unexpectedly, showing me her

magnificent ass.

That was the moment that I had been waiting for, the moment that I had craved. I reached out to my

jacket pocket and went down on my knees, quickly opening the box that I retrieved earlier on from

Lorraine.

The diamond was shining brightly, reminding me of the colour of her eyes. It suited her perfectly.

When she turned around, ready to drop her uniform, she stopped moving, finally noticing my position.

I was shitting myself, but this was it. There was no turning back now.

“God, Sash, you’re so unbelievably sexy. I can’t take it any longer. Will you fucking marry me?”