On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Chapter 39

Sasha

I was throwing up right, left and centre this morning. Dexter was out at seven, so luckily he didn’t see

me hanging over the toilet. He normally didn’t work Saturdays, but because of our holiday he had a

backlog of things that he had to take care of. The pregnancy news came like a storm in the middle of a

sunny day and I wasn’t sure what to do, how to feel about the fact that there was a tiny part of Dex

inside my womb. I should have told him last night in the shower, but I got scared. He was doing all

these wonderful things to my body, distracting me from my erratic thoughts. Maybe I was deluding

myself, thinking that we were together forever.

Dex was going to lose his mind, panic or run away. We hadn’t discussed the subject of family or even

marriage. First things first, I needed to see a doctor and find out if everything was all right. I felt like I

was in a right mess, forgetting about that hormonal shot last month. After my miscarriage I’d dreamt

about this day for months, and now that it was here I was panicking, because the timing wasn’t right.

On Saturday we normally hung out in the city, if Dexter didn’t have to work. After the shower, I cleaned

the apartment, ate some breakfast and then called Gina, asking if she would meet me for a late lunch

later on.

Mum would have known what to do, but I didn’t want to tell her anything yet. Dexter deserved to find

out first, before anyone else did, but Gina was a good friend and I could use her advice. I was happy

and scared at the same time, not knowing how to deal with the shock. After my last miscarriage I

wondered if I would never be ready. Dexter was a grown man. He’d proved to me that he had changed.

It was time to show me if he was still the man that I had fallen for.

The weather had improved a bit, but it was cold. Edinburgh was busy and many people were out,

rushing around. Dexter’s office was in the north part of the city. We were going out for a dinner tonight.

Apparently he was celebrating finishing another big project. Since I started working in the hospital, I

made quite a number of friends, but I didn’t want to speak to any of them about this. Gina was the right

kind of person and I just needed to lay out this whole situation for her. I still had no idea what had been

going in her own love life. She always managed to avoid talking about herself.

“Wow, look at you, Miss Tanned. So how was the holiday?” she asked, joining me in the restaurant. Her

fiery hair was sticking out and the short bob suited her.

“Great. We both loved Barcelona. Spent most of the time partying. The weather was gorgeous.”

The waiter approached us and took our orders. I needed to remember that I couldn’t touch alcohol. I

drank so much in Barcelona, not even realising that I was expecting. Now I felt really guilty and lost. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

This whole secret all of a sudden felt daunting.

“Well, in that case we should celebrate it. We should order some cocktails.” Gina laughed, calling up

the waiter again, but I stopped her.

“No, no, I can’t have any alcohol. This is why I called you. I’m going through a crisis,” I said quickly.

She lifted her left eyebrow, and after about five seconds, her jaw dropped.

“Fuck! Your mouthy boyfriend knocked you up. Didn’t he?”

I covered my face in my palms, taking a few shallow breaths. She pulled my hands down, widening her

wide eyes.

“Does he know?” she asked.

“No, I just found out yesterday and I’m petrified to say anything. I thought that I was still all right. I

missed that hormonal shot last month,” I explained, shaking my head. My and Dex’s relationship was

very physical, and we had always had a lot of sex. It was how we stayed connected. He didn’t like

showing his feelings too much and I felt that he wasn’t ready for kids or even marriage. “I asked him

last night in the shower if we were serious, and he didn’t really give me a straightforward answer.”

Gina knew everything about Dex. She was my complete confidant, but she had never showed up at

any of my parties in the apartment or hung out with me and Dex. I stopped trying to figure her out after

a few months. She just liked being secretive.

“You have to tell him. I guess it’s time for him to man up.”

“What if he doesn’t want this baby? What if this will break us?”

“For fuck’s sake, Sash, when did you become insecure? Dexter Tyndall is the father of your child. You

said that he changed, so it’s time to see if he really has balls.”

The drinks came in and I sipped some water.

“All right, fine. I’ll tell him tonight, during dinner,” I assured her.

“Sasha, don’t worry. He’s your man and you’re done with playing now. This is serious shit.”

We talked then about my holiday and about seeing the doctor. Dexter paid for a private medical

insurance even though I was happy with NHS. After lunch and more telling off from her, we drove to the

private surgery in another area. This was just the beginning and I was freaking out myself, because my

man was still wary of being fully committed to me

Dexter

I managed to get out of the office at two o’clock. The next week was going to be stressful. We were

purchasing two big developments in one of the council estates areas.

Sasha’s question in the shower kept playing in my head and made me a little nervous. It came out of

nowhere and this kind of stuff always concerned me. Maybe she wanted to stop living on an impulse

and needed to know what I wanted in the long run.

Now wasn’t the time to worry about it. I took an afternoon off, leaving Rob alone. I paid him enough and

I didn’t want to listen to his nagging today. I headed to one of the best jewellery shops in the city.

Women were smiling at me. There was no doubt that I looked good with a tan.

I took off my sunglasses and walked into the stylish boutique where I was planning to pick up a ring for

Sasha.

A very tall, slim woman approached me wearing an elegant, expensive two-piece suit.

“Can I help you?” she asked with a wide smile.

“I need to pick out an engagement ring for my girlfriend. It needs to be special, of exquisite quality and

unique,” I said with my sharp and demanding tone. She blushed, and a few other women in the store

looked disappointed. Yeah, I was taken; they all had to get used to it. “It’s better if we do this in the

back. I have money to spend, so you need to show me your most desirable pieces.”

The woman was nervous but tried to act professional. She showed me a few rings and I rejected them

all. Sasha had to have a ring that wasn’t available anywhere else. We had a long discussion about

some of the things that I wanted. She took notes, but I left disappointed and on edge again.

My plan wasn’t going how I wanted it to, and I drove to the complex thinking about the execution of it.

When I arrived, Sasha was sitting in the living room, changing channels on the TV. Maybe I was being

paranoid, but yesterday there was something off about her, about the way she asked that question in

the shower.

There was something bothering her, and that shouldn’t be the case, because we just got back from a

relaxing holiday. Maybe we needed to have another getaway.

“Hello, gorgeous. I managed to get out early,” I said, kissing her forehead. She had my favourite white

shorts on and a tight green top. Such a tease, I wanted to lock myself in the bedroom for the rest of the

afternoon.

“Hey, do you want something to eat? I can make a salad.”

“Nah, I had a bite to eat in the city. All I want is to chill. It was a stressful day. That asshole Rob is going

to kill me with that schedule of his,” I complained. She was watching some reality TV. I hated that shit.

“I thought you were the boss,” she teased.

“I am the fucking boss, but I made a mistake and put him in charge of some of this project, thinking that

I could offload some work from my own schedule. I need to find him a pussy. That should chill him out a

bit.”

She laughed and I got up, crawling up closer and staring down at her stunning tits.

“What are you doing, perving over my cleavage?” she asked with amusement.

“I can’t get enough of these bad boys,” I said, trying to lick her nipple, but she didn’t let me, pushing me

away.

“Dex, be serious for once. I need to talk to you about something,” she said and stopped smiling. I

dragged my hand through my hair and looked in her eyes. Sasha was relaxed when I walked in, but

she seemed tense now, like she wanted to hide what was really going on with her.

“Talk to me about what, Sash?” I asked, not even sure why I was suspecting that there was anything

wrong.

When she was just about to tell me what was bothering her, my phone started to ring. It was the

jewellery shop. I left my number with the manager earlier on, telling her to call me as soon as they had

something special. I wasn’t expecting it until tomorrow.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” I told her with a wink and walked to the other room where she couldn’t hear

me.

“Hello,” I snapped to the phone, ready to tell her to stop wasting my precious time unless she had

something special for me.

“Mr. Tyndall, I believe we have found something extremely rare. I understand that you told me that the

price is irrelevant, but this ring is very expensive. One of our private collectors sent a few samples an

hour after you left,” she said, sounding more excited than me.

“What kind of stuff are we talking about here?”

“The ocean paradise diamond, Mr. Tyndall. The original diamond has been shaped to 1.5 carats. That's

a wearable size. It's rare, practically unique. Unusual but beautiful. We could arrange a private meeting

in our boutique. When do you think you would be available?”

“Next week sometime, during the working week. That would be less suspicious,” I replied, imagining

how the stone would look on Sasha’s finger. The whole idea was fucking crazy, but I wanted to execute

it in style, my kind of style without cheese and stupid romanticism.

“Excellent, Mr. Tyndall. How about Tuesday afternoon?”

“Tuesday sounds fine. Get the package ready. I don’t want to waste time.”

She assured me that she had everything under control.

“Who was that?” Sasha asked, looking at me. Lies, fuck. I hated lying to her, but my plan was precise

and she couldn’t suspect anything.

“Harry. I have to run upstairs to see him for a minute about something and when I’m back I want you to

see waiting naked for me in bed.”

She rolled her eyes.

“We aren’t having sex. We have to talk first.”

“Barbie, I’m not going to repeat myself. Just be ready. I’m hard already. Look at this.”

I had to drop my pants for her to show her my dick. She shook her head, and told me to get lost. I bet

she wanted to bring up the conversation from the shower, about commitment and shit like that.

“Grow up, Dexter, and hurry up. I hate waiting around for you.”

Sometimes I hated it when she didn’t like to play with me. We couldn’t talk about us, because

whenever we did, we ended up fighting. God, she just needed to give me a few more days. Besides, I

was convinced that something was off about her. She was probably worried about my hectic schedule.

The past few months were really busy.

I ran to Harry’s apartment, wondering if he was going to be in at all. The guy was still an enigma to me.

Since Sasha and I got together, we avoided his mixer parties. Harry wasn’t a guy that I would want to

get tied up with. After so many years, I still had no idea what his deal was, but it wasn’t my business to

get involved.

But I needed his help to execute my plan for this special proposal.

I knocked a few times, louder than I was supposed to. For some reason I didn’t want to wait to arrange

things. Sasha was sulking and I had to go through this whole serious talk with her tonight if I wanted to

get laid. Maybe she could suck me off in the shower tonight. God, I was getting hard even thinking

about her.

“Dex, hey, what’s up?” Harry asked when he opened the door.

“We can’t have this conversation outside,” I said and invited myself in. If Harry had company, then that

was too bad. Lucky for me, his apartment was empty.

“Yeah, come on in as usual. I’m not busy,” he said sarcastically. Okay, so I pissed him off again, but I

wasn’t doing well when I had to take care of such an important matter.

“I need a stripper, Harry, badly and like now.”

That kind of got his attention instantly.