Chapter 27

Sasha

The day I drove away from the complex, I found myself howling in misery. I kept telling myself that I wasn't crying over Dexter, but over that gorgeous, stunning apartment. It finally had been sold and I was never going to get that kind of opportunity ever again. My life in the Grange was over.

After I got on the road to the city, it finally hit me. I had fallen in love with Dexter Tyndall, a man that had screwed enough women to fill the whole of Edinburgh, most of the coast, and probably halfway to England. He had bipolar and many problems, but he loved his uncomplicated lifestyle. He could sleep with any woman he chose and the fact that he might have to care about anyone else's feelings never entered his head. He made the choice to be this person and he wasn't going to change.