Page 44 of Dex

Ilookbetween the three lads standing in front of me. All three of them are smirking at each other and then they all turn their attention towards me. Now if I was a normal woman, which I am clearly not, I would be weirded out by these three sexy looking guys staring at me like they have big plans to devour me. But fuck they look hot. Now, that would be super wrong for me to think that about Jay that way, but come the fuck on ladies, he is as fine as his brother, and so is Luke. It just so happens that Dex is sexy as sin and he makes my pussy twitch. I am one lucky bitch that I get to work with these three every day.

“What’s going on?” I ask the three. Jay and Luke turn their upper bodies and twist to look at Dex. I pop my hip and cross my arms, waiting for him to explain. But I get a smirk as a response. Yeah, I don’t think so. “Dexter.” I say his name in a tone that he knows I mean business. I have no bloody clue what is going on. But I know that with Dex, it can’t be that bad. I hope, anyway.

“Luke didn’t need you to help out with a client today. It was just a ploy to get you here.” He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck. He is nervous. But why?

“What has got you all nervous, Dex? Wouldn’t it be better to tell me rather than prolong the agony?” He looks confused, but Jay and Luke cough and splutter, trying to hide their laughter.

“Agony?” Dex asks.

“Yep. I can tell you now, if you don’t tell me the real reason as to why I am here, then Dex, you will suffer great agony.” I drop my eyes to his crotch. His hands automatically go to that area. I honestly can’t work out why we are here, he is being super secretive. Does he think I won’t like the reason? Luke nudges Dex with his shoulder, prompting him to just tell me. Dex scowls at him and then takes a deep breath. He looks at me and offers me a small smile, this is so not my Dex. He is worried.

“You know how we talked about getting Phoebe’s name tattooed on us.” I nod my head. “Well, we are getting them today.” He stops talking and looks at me, waiting for my reaction.

“Okay, and?”

“Fucking hell, this shouldn’t be this scary but I have never done it before. I designed us matching tattoos and I want us to have them done today. They aren’t big or anything but it is something for us. We don’t have to or anything but-” I cut him off.

“Matching tattoos? Are you serious? Oh my God. I thought you would never do that. I love the idea.” He keeps mumbling so I say his name again. "Dex." I say his name loud enough to stop him this time. He has never been like this.Ever.Dex is always the hard one. The cocky fucker of the boys. He never gets nervous and rambles.

“God, I hope you never stumble over your words when we get married.” I slap my hand over my mouth and my eyes widen in shock. Dex’s shocked eyes meet mine. Jay and Luke choke from the side, but I pay them no attention. I stare at him but he doesn’t say or do anything. My heart kicks up a notch and beats crazy fast in my chest. I shake my head.

“I didn’t mean that. Fuck. Dex, I’m sorry.” I go to reach for Phoebe; I need to get away from him. My fear of rejection washes over me and I need to leave. The need to run is taking over. Dex’s arm shoots out and stops my steps. I gasp and turn my head to face him.

“Did you just ask me to marry you?” His voice is throaty.

“I don’t think I-” He cuts me off.

“Did you just ask me to marry you?” he says in a more demanding tone. I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn to see Jay and Luke walking away. Luke still holding Phoebe.

“I don’t know.” I shake my head.

“You don’t know? So you don’t want to marry me? The man you love and who loves you. The man who is your child’s father,” he states. Tears burn my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. This is not how I saw my day going.

“Umm,” I force out. The emotion is stopping me from speaking.

“Did I fucking stumble?” he says. I still haven’t brought my gaze back to his out of pure fear of what I may see. Rough fingers grip my chin and turn my head so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes.

“Do you love me?” I nod my head.

“Do I love you?” I nod my head again, with no hesitation.

“Did we create the most perfect baby on the fucking planet?” I nod.

“Do you want to make more perfect babies with me?” I nod my head. Fuck, I feel like a nodding dog.

“Do you, Addison Cole, want to marry me, Dexter Castle?” I try to look down but he stops me. He raises his eyebrows at me in question.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Well, if Carlsberg did proposals...” he responds. Huh? What the fuck?

“You bastard!” I clench my fist and go to throw a punch, but he catches my fist before it connects with his jaw. He knows I will clock him good, he and Jay taught me how to defend myself years ago.

“Whoa, what the fuck, Ads? I was joking. Damn, woman.” I fume in front of him. I step back, pulling my hand out of his firm grasp. The tears build again out of anger. I take another step back and confusion spreads across Dex’s face.

“Fuck you, Dex. This is not some fucking game to me. This is my fucking life,” I scream at him. He steps forward but I lift my hand to stop him. “Stop. Just don’t. How could you hurt me like this? I’m done.”

“What the fuck is going on out here? When we left you two were all lovey dovey and shit,” Jay says, jogging over to us.

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