The Grange Complex Series Books 1-3

The Grange Complex Series Books 1-3

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Introduction

A cocky Scot, an innocent pole dancer and a penthouse apartment with a view.

What could go wrong?

To escape her difficult past Sasha jumps into an opportunity of managing the sale of the stylish,up market apartment.

All of this sounds like a dream, but no one has ever mentioned the arrogant, mouthy Scottish god that lives next door.

The problem is that Dexter isn’t just good looking, he is also a fist-clenching, heart-pounding, fervent hot man, who makes her heart flutter uncontrollably.

She hates his cock-sure attitude.

With the talent, of melting women’s panties off at a glance, he thinks he can have Sasha too. Well, he couldn’t be more wrong. Sasha would rather eat dirt than sleep with him.

He vows not to fall for her, but their scorching attraction proves impossible to ignore…

Chapter 1

Dexter

“Babe, your tits feel fucking amazing,” I growled into Penny’s ear, moulding her hard nipples with my thumb. We were on the top floor, standing in the hallway outside my apartment, and my back was pressed against the doors of the lift. I was planning to move this party into my place in a minute or so. I didn’t want to cross the line with my precious neighbours, otherwise I had to forget about late-night parties.

Penny was going to make me lose my mind in a second, grabbing my cock so eagerly and playing with it, like it was a fucking toy.

“Your apartment, Dex. Let’s just go in already,” she moaned when I shoved my fingers into her knickers, touching that delicious spot between her legs. I was hungry for her soaking pussy, and she responded to my touch eagerly.

Penny arched her head back gasping for breath, while my fingers worked her sweet spot thoroughly. She was so wet for me, and I was planning to fuck her all afternoon, until she couldn’t move. It was one of those days. My mind was racing like fuck and I had to get distracted. Sex was the only cure.

“Do you like it when I stroke you so fast?” I asked her, knowing that she was going to come for me at any moment if I continued. Women loved it when I took care of them. I knew their bodies, their most sensitive parts.

She gripped my cock harder and slid her fingers around my balls. I was in heaven, my pants ready to burst into flames.

“I love it, Dex,” she moaned. With my other hand, I held her face in place and devoured her mouth. I didn’t do slow and gentle. I liked to be in control at all times. Even the kiss had to be the way I wanted it, deep and rough. “Just don’t stop… please… I’m so close.”

I laughed and bit her lower lip, ignoring the vibration of the lift behind my back. I knew it would stop long before it got to this floor. No one used the elevator to come up here; I was the only occupant of this floor.

“Don’t fucking come yet,” I warned her, slowing down the movement of my fingers. I wanted to torture her a little bit, spice things up.

All of a sudden I felt something behind me—the lift stopped and the doors opened. I was too busy concentrating on Penny’s pussy to care, but then someone or something pushed me forward.

I lost my bearings, Penny yelped, and I flew to the floor, losing my balance. Something hard hit me. I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head and heard a loud, “Motherfucking boxes! What the hell is wrong with the lift?”

Penny lay on the floor next to me, giggling. I glanced up and saw shit everywhere. Books, DVDs, magazines, and clothes were scattered around the floor. My head was banging and I was more than pissed. My johnson went flat like a tire, and that never happened to me before. What the fuck?

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

The voice came from a blond girl who picked herself up off the floor, blushing red in an instant. She wasn’t Scottish. English, maybe; she didn’t have that thick accent that I was used to.

I narrowed my eyes and glanced at Penny. One of her tits was hanging out and her trousers were unzipped. She was pulling herself together, but it was obvious that we had been busy with each other only a minute ago. I glanced back at the girl. Her mouth hung wide open as her eyes moved from Penny to me.

She was fit. Not slim, but she had nice curves in just the right places. Suddenly I had an urge to check out her ass.

“You just cost Penny an orgasm, Barbie,” I snapped and pushed myself off the floor, ignoring the girl that I was just about to fuck. I was raging with fury.

What the fuck is she doing on my floor?

“Excuse me?” the girl asked. My eyes scanned downwards involuntarily, checking her out. My breath caught in my throat when I stopped at her breasts. She had a great large rack, probably D cup, and I felt myself going hard again. Penny complained and wanted me to help her, but I wasn’t listening. She was still on the floor, pathetic.

Barbie had platinum-blond hair, the most stunning green eyes, and she was taller than most women. Only a few inches shorter than me. Whoever she was, she wasn’t my type at all, but my dick was telling me a different fucking story.

“Penny was just about to come,” I said and took a step towards her in order to intimidate her. Her eyes widened as she processed what I said, and she sucked on her bottom lip. “This is my floor. No one apart from me is allowed in here, unless I make an exception and you’re here for my cock.”

She laughed nervously, placing her hands on her hips. My fucking intimidation game wasn’t working.

“I’m not here to fuck or explain myself to you. I’m sorry that I bumped into you and your friend here,” she said while rolling her eyes, which meant that she wasn’t sorry at all. “But if you hadn’t been banging her by the lift, this wouldn’t have happened.”

She was worked up and this was turning me on. Fuck, it was like my dick had a mind of its own. She was wearing jeans and a tight red top that exposed her tits amazingly well. I wanted to motorboat these bad boys right now. Besides, no one had ever questioned me and I wasn’t planning to go easy on this smartass chick at all.

“Penny, get inside the apartment, and put some porn on for entertainment while I deal with Barbie here,” I said with a stern voice. Penny was mumbling something, but she obeyed me and that was the main thing. The girl inhaled, going red again, and glaring at me like she wanted to stick a fork between my eyes.

“Don’t call me that, you arrogant prick,” she hissed and looked around. Yeah, there was shit everywhere. She ignored me and started picking up her stuff off the floor. I cocked my head to the side, watching as she bent down, showing me her sexy round ass while picking up her books, paperwork and some items of clothing.

“You didn’t answer my question, Barbie,” I said, watching the way she moved. No other woman had ever ignored me while I was giving her my full attention. Anger rushed through me. She kept ignoring me and I was getting agitated. What the hell was wrong with her?

I looked down and saw a slutty pink thong lying by my feet. My cock twitched when I lifted it up. It wasn’t the kind of underwear that women wore to work, but wore to fuck. And she wore a size twelve.

“I’m not obligated to give you an explanation, fuckface, but fine. If you must know, I’m moving in next door. I inherited apartment twenty-one,” she finally said, and then she noticed what I was holding. She got up and launched forward wanting to snatch her knickers from my hand, but I didn’t let her, stepping away and catching a wave of her perfume. Orchid and blackberry. I had an instant sense of deja vu, as if I recognised the scent.

“No so fast, Barbie. You have to earn the privilege to have these back.” I smirked.

Her face grew harder. Her nipples were erect and I was so fucking turned on just by looking at her that it was unbelievable. She couldn’t have inherited the apartment from Joey. He had no family, no friends, or anyone that I knew was even interested in burying him. The solicitors were dealing with what he left. The bitch had to be here for my cock; she was probably playing me.

“Tell me why you’re here and I might consider giving you these back.”

“Be careful, your fuck buddy might be getting off right now without the help of your precious dick. I told you, I’m not here to waste my time with douchebags like you. I’m busy,” she snapped, staring at me like she was ready to kill me.

It was kind of hot, so I continued to goad her. “Be careful how you speak to me, Barbie; otherwise you might not be here for long,” I said and brought her knickers to my nose, inhaling the vibrant scent of pussy, watching her face the whole time. My mind swirled and I imagined having her sitting on my face. Hell, she was just some stupid chick, but it looked like she was also my new neighbour.

Her eyes grew wider and her skin paled with shock. Yeah, I was pushing her, playing a twat, but I liked that game. She was working her jaw, probably thinking up about a thousand ways to hurt me. After a few seconds, she turned around, picked up something from a box, and threw it at me.

A tennis ball hit my head and then bounced off the wall. I hissed, reaching for my forehead. I didn’t see that coming.

“Keep them, asshole,” she snapped with a delicious smile, picking up her boxes and marching away. I stood there like a fucking moron, watching as she swayed her delectable hips towards the next-door apartment. That ass, so firm, round and just bloody perfect. I wanted to devour it with my hard-as-rock cock. “I’m filing a complaint,” she said, “and you may keep the knickers for a souvenir, a memory of what you will never have.”

Then she just slammed the door, disappearing inside. My forehead was throbbing with pain, but I didn’t care. I clenched my fists and strolled back to my own apartment, ready to deal with her later. First I had to get her out of my head.

I found Penny in the bedroom. She was switching the channels on the TV. Her hand was in her knickers and she was playing with herself. Just in time.

“Ready to be fucked?” I asked her, closing the door, furious with the fact that some random chick had beaten me at my own game.

Sasha

My breathing was coming in short, ragged pants. What an absolute asshole! I couldn’t believe that he dared to speak to me like he owned the whole floor—and my body for that matter. He had no right to ask questions or demand answers. I detested men like him. This was just my luck to get a neighbour from hell.

When my mother asked me to take care of the inheritance in Gorgemouth, I thought that I had struck gold. Couple of weeks ago, Mum received a phone call from a solicitor claiming that she had inherited a penthouse twenty miles away from Edinburgh. Apparently Mum’s distant stepbrother, who I didn’t even know about, had just passed away and we were his only living relatives. The penthouse was just about to be taken by the government, but her uncle’s solicitor had discovered Mum’s name in some old documents from years ago.

The complex consisted of over three hundred apartments that were situated right on the coast, with the rocky beach a minute’s walk away. It was a perfect place to take a break from life and get away from the noise of the busy city.

Grange Complex had been bought by a private developer and turned into luxury apartments. I read that the building had served as a hospital almost fifty years ago.

My own family was from Exeter, but we had lived in Glasgow since I was twelve years old. Although I didn’t have the accent and I was born in England, I felt like Scotland was my real home.

When Mum received this unexpected message I was in London, trying to patch my miserable life back together. After my breakup and various other traumas, I was sick of Scotland. I was done with relationships and love. My move to London was only supposed to be temporary, but I ended up staying for nine months.

Mum worked her ass off as a paediatric nurse just to keep the house going in Glasgow, while Dad was driving trucks to earn a decent wage. She called me in the late evening almost three weeks ago, sounding really upset. Apparently she had a stepbrother that she hadn’t spoken to for years. His name was Joey. Mum normally didn’t talk a lot anyway if she didn’t have to, so I wasn’t too surprised when she didn’t go into much detail, but I knew that he was my uncle. She didn’t want to deal with the property left to her, so I offered to take care of it. At the time Dad was somewhere in Germany and he wasn’t going to be back until the next month. Mum couldn’t take time off work. My parents hadn’t had any holidays for as long as they could remember and they were planning to go away as soon as Dad was back.

I thought that this kind of surprise couldn’t have come at a better time. I hadn’t had a permanent job since last year. The nursing agency that I worked for was willing to transfer me to care homes or hospitals around Edinburgh, and I had a car, so it would be easy to commute. Mum wanted me to stay in the apartment for a bit, sort the paperwork, and sell the place. I guessed that she didn’t want to talk about Uncle Joey at all.

The pictures of the apartment looked amazing and I was excited to have a well-deserved break. I needed to forget about the past, recoup my energy, and move on with my life. My move to London changed me. Every day I was merely existing rather than living, hoping to move on and forget about the past. I had nothing that kept me in the capital: no friends, no boyfriends, no family, just an alcoholic roommate. I had to figure out where to go from there.

When I arrived at the Grange complex I wanted to jump for joy, I was so excited. The modern building looked better than in the pictures. I didn’t want to waste any time, so I headed straight to the concierge. There I was given the key to Apartment 21. After going over a number of rules, a nice young ginger Scot showed me around the building. The complex had a fully equipped gym and pool, a conference room, and it was surrounded by hundred acres of landscaped gardens. It was like a dream come true. My heart kept racing until I walked into that asshole who was fingering the girl just by my door.

I didn’t even have time to take a good look at him. I was so angry that he called me Barbie and talked to me like I was a child. The girl disappeared behind the doors. All my stuff was scattered all over the floor, while that cocky bastard picked up my favourite pink thong.

He was definitely Scottish. He had a very thick local accent and dirty-blond hair. It was just my luck to get the place opposite the biggest player in the building, a guy who had no manners and behaved like a prick. I didn’t even know his name yet, but I already hated him with a vengeance.

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