Novel & Cerita Dexter X Brian

I laughed, standing up. “Don’t fight with him again. He’s really strong,” I say to him, going to the kitchen. “You don’t need to tell me twice,” he mumbled. Dexter was a boxer in high school and college days. After he got off the wheelchair, he started boxing again, and he was really good at it. I don’t know if he still boxes, but I know for a fact he’s strong. I won’t want to be at the receiving end of his punch. I breathed out, feeling so much relief. Hopefully, I was wrong about Deborah. If not, I am literally about to be friends with someone who hates the sight of me and my child, someone that could be a danger to her.

"Dexter is a cerebral man. He is a hot shot criminal lawyer and he has connections but he has not used them to get ahead because they will leave a trail . Which leaves one of your ex lover's . " " I think I broke up properly with them . " "I've had Salvatore look into everyone you've dated and your dating history. You have some pretty psycho lady that you love dating. You love drama and you live for the drama." "I used to live for the drama but now I live for one person make it two people only. My wife and our baby boy." " That's so sweet. Axel has your eye colour but not the shape of your eyes he looks like you with also he looks like a combination of both you and Ell ."

“I must go now. But everything is alright, correct? You don’t need anything? You’ve settled in well?” “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.” Ambrose takes a step but my words stop him in his tracks. “Could you tell me his name? The name of the man whose life I’m going to ruin?” “Not necessarily his life,” Ambrose corrects. “More like his criminal career. And his name is Dexter. Dexter Russell. Everyone knows him simply as Dex, though.” I nod. “Thank you.” I move closer to the group, my empty paper cup in my hand still. I have to find a way of discarding it. The man’s name doesn’t leave my mind, not for a second. I keep thinking about him and trying to imagine his face but fail.

The one whose name had haunted my thoughts ever since. Mr. Bryan Drake. The CEO of Extra. He stood near the far end of the table, his expression calm but unreadable. His presence filled the room, commanding and still. For a second, everything else faded–the people, the murmurs, even the air seemed to pause. My heart stumbled over itself. No. This can’t be real. He walked past me, his cologne brushing the air between us, sharp and expensive. He stopped, turning his head slightly. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

Brian strode over, angry and hurt simultaneously; he put my hands in his warm palms. "Why are you still sitting here? I sent someone to take you home. Is he lazy?" Brian spoke softly. I was so cold that my body shook, and my voice was lost; I asked. "No, it's because I say him back first. What's wrong with Alex?" Alex didn't answer. My heart sank, I asked tremblingly in a dry voice. "Is he dead?" Brian raised his face, hearing my question, and his eyes tinged with fatigue. "I can't let him live, even though I know he's kind to you. I need to give my comrades an explanation to comfort their souls."

“I am. But I need a coffee after that. She exhausted the hell out of me.” Dexter suddenly smirked, clearly amused. I did not know he could have emotions on his face. “I’ll ask my brother to fetch you one. What’s your favorite flavor?” “Hmm. Caramel macchiato. Thank you,” I said, before walking toward Alex’s office. “May I ask who that woman is in Alexander’s life?” I curiously asked as I felt him following me from behind. “Someone not important, ma’am. Boss Astley tried acting on a commercial before, and they became partners on set.” Dexter explained what I think he knows.

Dante asked taking a drag of his cigarette. "How many step- brothers do i have old man? But let me remind you, is the adopted one!" Dexter said as a little hint of loathe flashed across his eyeballs and ofcourse, it wasn't for himself neither was it for dante but his supposed step-brother. Dante stared at his cigarette for some seconds with his not so pink lips pressed into a thin line, he appeared to be in deep thought. "When i talked about delvyn, your expression changed, now what old man?, Are you scared to take the bait??" Dexter asked and then a sly smirk appeared on his face once again.

Xander had known about Shawn's identity a long time ago, which was why he had been so confident. "Be careful. Don't let Benjamin's people's find them." … When Grace's plane took off, Xander had just finished getting a third IV drip of glucose. Someone pushed the door open and entered. "Even the mighty Mr. Fulton can get sick." It was Dexter. He looked amused. Xander plucked out the needle and covered the entry wound with a cotton bud. "What a rare visit from you, Mr. Hamilton. It seems like you'll be interrogating me today."

he said, sipping his coffee. I glanced around at the others in the shop, noticing the tattoos on their necks,bold black ink spelling out "Brooks." The sight knocked out any remaining fear, replacing it with an new emotion, confidence. Atleast I had people to back me up if Damian's gang showed up. “So, let’s get down to business,” Dexter said with a wink. “What do you want me to do, my Lord?” I leaned forward, my voice as cold as ice, “Sell their company. Ruin them. I want her on her knees, begging me, kissing my feet. Do not stop until she...begs.”

I remembered the last time I had laid on that same bed, I had been with Brianne and it had been a very busy night. Brianne was indeed the craziest girl I had been with. She was beautiful, tall, tough, hot and very submissive. She loved me and I knew it so damn well. I wouldn't say that I had taken advantage of her love neither would I say that I didn't love her. I cared for her but as for loving her, I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure about loving anyone, most especially myself. Just as I shut my eyes to sleep, I heard the sound of a car drive in. It was definitely Dexter.