On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 40

Sasha

Dexter was lying to me. He had never before taken a phone call in the other room, so last night I stood

by the bedroom door and listened to his conversation. He was talking about some sort of package,

about me being suspicious. My heart had been beating the whole time, as I wondered what had

changed between us in the past forty-eight hours. Maybe my gorgeous, bipolar boyfriend was done

with being good. Maybe he was bored and needed to boost up his ego in the arms of another woman.

There was a possibility that he was buying drugs. He hadn’t touched any dodgy pills or weed since he

had been hospitalised. Yesterday, my doctor had confirmed that I was four weeks pregnant. He talked

me through what would happen over the next few appointments. Everything was happening so fast.

Gina tried hard to cheer me up, but I felt lost. I thought that I could wait until dinner with the news and I

was ready to tell him, but then he took that phone call. We were both pretty honest about everything.

He knew how sensitive I was about lying. I waited for him to tell me about this mysterious package, but

straight after he was done talking, he vanished to see Harry for some reason. Bad vibes began stirring

my mood.

“Have a good day and think about my cock,” he said when he was leaving today at 6:00 a.m. My shift in

the hospital wasn’t starting until eight, so I had a bit more of a lie in.

Normally I would have replied with something snarky, but I was too absorbed with my own worrying

thoughts. Feeling like a right possessive girlfriend, I started checking his office in the spare bedroom.

Opening drawers, the cabinet and in his desk, looking for anything that could tell me what was going

on.

I exhaled sharply when I found nothing. This wasn’t normal behaviour. Dex had proven to me time after

time that he loved me and now I was carrying his baby.

An hour later, I dressed and went to work unable to shake off that annoying feeling that hung over my

shoulder.

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Days started to pass by and I couldn’t seem to find the right moment to tell him that he was going to be

a father. It was a good thing that he kept leaving early, not seeing me throwing up in the mornings.

Nausea shook my body and weakened me a bit, but my work in the hospital kept me going. Things

began shifting. Since that conversation in the bedroom, Dexter began shutting himself inside the office

for at least two hours every day after he was back from work.

When he didn’t make love to me for two days I started to become paranoid. He never ditched sex, so

something was definitely going on. Then on Thursday we had a quickie in the living room, which should

have put things back to the way they were. I still felt left out. My head was all over the place. I was

wondering, deciding how best to bring up the subject, but the time didn’t seem right.

None of this was good for us and I was slowly freaking out. My parents were visiting this weekend.

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I managed to get out of work early enough on Friday. Gina didn’t want to see me in her class. I was told

that I had to rest and tell my loving boyfriend what was going on.

Maybe I was selfish keeping the news about the baby from him, but since Spain it seemed we were

living separate lives. Drugs were not acceptable and I was considering speaking to Bishop.

Dexter had another secret phone call last night. This was the second time that he lied to me this week,

fobbing off my nagging questions. I could have talked to him about it, but in some ways I needed to see

for myself what he was up to. Last night, he confirmed that he was picking up the package today.

Stupidly enough I talked myself into going to the street that I overheard him talking about. This was

stupid and naïve, but Dexter was hiding something.

I drove to the city, trying to justify to myself what I was doing. The area that I parked in was filled with

clubs and bars. Dex and I had really liked a restaurant nearby.

My heart leaped in my throat when I spotted my beloved walking along the Greyfired Road, looking as

handsome as always. My reasonable side screamed to get out of here, but instead I started following

him.

I wasn’t the kind of girlfriend that spied on her boyfriend, but sure enough I was turning into one. I had

to fight for my happiness. He walked for another hundred yards, glanced around and then disappeared

inside a strip club.

I had to stop and take several breaths. My hands were trembling, pulse speeding. There was no point

jumping to conclusions about anything yet. Maybe he was meeting a client. The possibilities were

endless, but I wasn’t planning to hang out on the street.

I stood there a couple of minutes desperately waiting for him to appear. When he didn’t, I went inside. A

couple of men inside turned to look at me as I passed through the narrow entrance. It was early

afternoon, and the club was quiet. The objective was simple: he couldn’t see me. He couldn’t know that

I had followed him here. Well, until now I had never really bothered checking up on him or gotten

jealous about other women. I had always been secure in our relationship. We were a good team and I

thought that he could be trusted.

The club was a small, stylish and discreet place. I quickly sat down at the back where I had a great

view of the bar area in front. I hid myself at the back in the shadows, where no one could see me.

Dexter stood by the bar talking to a woman while she poured him a pint of beer.

My internal voice of reason reminded me that I was being stupid. He wasn’t meeting anyone here; he

simply stopped for a quick drink. His grey, expensive-looking suit looked good on him and waves of

desire shot down my spine. I smiled to myself, knowing that I was turning into an obsessed girlfriend.

He wasn’t doing anything wrong. Then, I saw a very tall brunette approaching him. She was definitely a

stripper with long legs, dressed in a short shiny dress. Dexter smiled.

They started talking, in my opinion, too comfortably. I didn’t like that stupid smile on his face. It simply

said that he was ready to fuck her. I kept breathing, watching them like a hawk. When the woman

started touching his arms I was ready to scratch her eyes out. I had no idea how much time had

passed, but when she started playing with his tie, I was ready to throw up. I thought that the last three

years had changed him, that he wouldn’t go back to being a total manwhore.

There were a few other people inside, mostly men and a few other girls sitting by the bar, watching my

boyfriend’s exchange with this other girl. Dexter laughed loudly when she whispered something into his

ear. Then he took something out of his pocket.

I couldn’t see what it was, but he handed it to the dark-haired woman. I waited for him to kiss her, or do

something, anything proving that he was a cheating, lying bastard. The woman lost her smile and I

didn’t know if I should have felt relief or anger.

They talked a bit more until he finished his beer and left, using the other entrance. There was no way

that he noticed me. My thoughts spun. The meeting was strange and I had no idea what was going on

or what he was lying about. And what was it he showed that brunette slut?

I sat there trying to pull myself together and stop shaking. His mother had warned me that I was

supposed to keep an eye on him.

I waited an hour, asked for glass of water at the bar and then left knowing that I had to confront him

tonight and reveal the truth. The problem was that I had no idea how he was going to react.

Dexter

My plan was coming together nicely, but Sasha was acting odd. In the past two days she barely spoke

to me. I tried to ask her a few times what was wrong, but she kept blaming work, saying that she had a

stressful shift.

Harry nearly hit me when I asked him to recommend me a good strip club. It took a while to explain

what I was planning to do. He knew all the dirty details about me and Sasha, and he liked her.

When he finally calmed down and allowed me to get my words together, he patted my back and said,

“You’re the most fucked up guy that I have ever known.”

“But do you think this would work?” I asked, feeling nervous.

“Not sure. This is supposed to be about her, not another woman,” he added.

That kind of made me thing twice, but I didn’t say anything else. In the end I decided stick to my original

settings.

Harry had done what I asked him and put me in touch with Lorraine. She was a stripper and lap dancer.

She was very beautiful, sinful, and in any other circumstance, I would have fucked her, but Sasha had

stolen my heart.

Lorraine understood what she needed to do. She tried to flirt, offered me a free dance, but I declined. I

was focused enough and I still had a lot of things that I needed to take care of.

Once I was done with the most important arrangements, I drove back to work. It was still pretty early,

and I wasn’t in a working mood, so instead of heading back to the office, I went shopping. Sasha had a

short shift, and it was my turn to cook tonight.

Blood rushed down to my cock when I thought about our shower sex the other night. I wanted to take

her in the kitchen and then the bedroom as well. Sex with her was always adventurous and the past

two days I had neglected her.

I was definitely one lucky motherfucker.

“I’m home, baby, so first things first. Get in the bath before I change my mind and fuck you hard on the

kitchen worktops,” I shouted, walking in with all the shopping bags.

She emerged from the bedroom, wearing yoga pants and a low cut top. Shivers trembled down my

spine when I thought about her pussy, but her expression was alarming.

“Where have you been all afternoon?” she asked, looking like she was ready to rip my balls off.

“In the office, why?” I asked, trying to embrace her with my arms, but she pushed me away. Okay, she

was pissed about something, but I couldn’t think what I’d done this time around.

“I popped into the office to see you earlier on, but Robert said that you left at two o’clock,” she stated,

placing her hands on her hips. “So you can stop lying to me, Dex.”

Shit, I wasn’t expecting that she would visit me, and I had no choice now but to make more lies. Barbie

wasn’t stupid, and she figured out that I was hiding something from her. I thought that I could get away

with being secretive for at least another day.

“I had to check out a few projects. The traffic was terrible and this took much longer than I anticipated.”

She pressed her lips in a hard line and narrowed her eyes. She didn’t believe me. We hadn’t had sex

for two days. I gave her space, thinking that she needed it.

“Stop it, Dexter. I heard your secret phone call the other day. Is it the drugs? You’re back in contact with

your dealers.”

I took a few steps towards her, keeping my neutral expression. Her perfume swirled my senses and my

dick twitched when I wrapped my arms around her waist.

“Drugs? Are you out of your mind, sexy?” I asked calmly. I didn’t want to spoil our evening together with

my short temper. “You know that I haven’t taken anything since I was hospitalised.”

She pushed me away and avoided looking me in the eye. We argued quite a lot, mostly because I was

a messy fucker, but she had never looked at me like she was right now. She looked furious,

disappointed even.

“No, Dexter, you’re lying to me. I have always accepted the way you were, but I want the truth now.

What is going on with you right now?” she pressed, looking tense and worried.

“Have you been through my phone or something?” I demanded. “What’s happened? This isn’t you,

Sash.”

“No, Dex, stop turning this around. I went to see you today and you weren’t in the office. Are you

seeing someone else? Just tell me. I think I deserve to know the truth.”

“For fuck’s sake, Sasha, I’m not seeing anyone else. Haven’t I proven to you already how much I love

you?”

“Just tell me—where have you been this afternoon?”

Someone must have said something to her. There was no doubt about that.

“Okay, Dex, you can have it your way. I’ll be in the other apartment until you decide to tell me what is

going on,” she said through gritted teeth, turning around and marching away.

I closed my eyes and counted to five, knowing that I needed to keep my mouthy Dexter out of this.

Within minutes she was out of the door, slamming it loudly. I was trying to do the right thing, and now I

had really pissed off my girlfriend. Sex tonight was definitely out of the question.

How was I supposed to know that she would get suspicious? This plan seemed perfect at first and now

I wasn’t so sure. I marched around the kitchen, wondering how to fix this. When I started unpacking the

shopping, I wanted to smash the bottle of champagne that I bought for both of us. Somehow I managed

to calm myself down and sit and think. I had to give her an hour to cool down, to gather her thoughts.

After a few minutes, I opened the champagne and poured myself a glass, thinking that I had only one

shot with this, but I had no idea if she was going to say yes after all.