Dexter X Doakes Novels & Stories

Arthur said, his threat silent yet lingering in the air. Dexter waved his hands, seemingly unfazed and not ready to back down. His gaze remained fixed on me, sizing me up. “So you are that chick from the city with the son? I heard all about you the moment I stepped into the arena. You are fucking good, baby girl. Well, I’ll ignore the child for now. I need a quick bang and I can help elevate your reputation,” he pulled out a key card from his pocket, handing it over. “Come around,” he added.

She cracked just enough of a smile to show me that she found what I had said amusing before we got to the town head. “I am Nathan Clark and this is my partner, Camilla Rodrigues.” I introduced, taking the man’s outstretched hand. He did not seem like much. Middle aged with reading glasses perched atop his nose and the most friendly smile I had ever seen on a person. Whatever could go wrong? “I am Dexter. It is nice to finally meet you. I spoke to Denver and he mentioned he would be sending two people along to talk to me about the construction” “Yes… so what seems to be the problem with the construction”

“So what’s your point?” “Your father doesn't want you to fail, but it turns out you are as dumb as a box of rocks. So Bella, if you want me to level up your score, tell me everything about Dexter.” Bella rolled her eyes and stood up straight. “What the hell do you need to know about him? He’s just some recently transferred student at the school.” Ste-phen nodded. “Go on.” “Dexter Luther is a dancer, the leader of the Crystal Dancing Group. I heard his father is a billionaire in California. Uhm… what else?” Bella thought for a moment. “He’s just a rich bastard.”

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

"Mr. Damon, good evening. Would you like me to tell madam that yo-" Damon walked straight past her without looking at her or slowing down. The maid was left astonished, standing with the tray in her hands, her mouth half open, watching him cross the floor toward the inner sitting room. He found Dexter exactly where he expected to find him. Dexter was sprawled on one of the cream sofas, one leg thrown over the armrest. There was a glass of whiskey on the side table beside him. His phone was held up in front of his face. He was scrolling through something on social media, and every few seconds he laughed out loud at whatever he was watching, the satisfied laugh of a man who believed he had jus

It also hugs me in the right places, helping to hide my baby bump. Dexter is about six foot three maybe and has these green eyes and brown waves like McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy. The guy smiles, and his teeth are perfect, and he has a dimple in one cheek. I swear if I had met him before I ever met Rowan, he would be my type. But Rowan has ruined me. No one holds a candle to him. I don’t crave anyone else like him. Plus, the damn pregnancy has me hornier than ever. I had to buy two toys when I got here. Had it delivered to my room, and I’ve used it twice since I landed.

“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.

Dexter strode into the front hall with Ruby at his side, her maroon silk gown flowing with every step. In the center of the hall, a tall man in elegant black leathers stood swirling a glass of wine. This was Alpha Silas of the Blackwood Pack. "Rough night, Alpha?" Silas asked, his eyes immediately zeroing in on the red marks on Dexter’s neck that his collar hadn't quite hidden. "You really shouldn't have interrupted, Silas," Dexter replied coldly, taking his seat on the high throne. "Showing up uninvited at the crack of dawn after a Luna’s coronation is the fastest way to start a kin war."

It was kept in the garage, but every morning, Dexter, my Godfather, would park it on the street so it would already be warmed up for me to leave. Dexter was one of the best Doctors in the werewolf community, but after years of service, he decided to teach instead of practice. He and Maize had been best friends with my parents, which was why I was their Goddaughter. They have gone above and beyond for me for as long as I can remember.

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.