Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 6: What Have I Gotten Myself Into

“I couldn’t believe what had just happened in the boardroom with the Next Generation team. The girl from last night, the one I had been trying to forget, was one of my employees. How could I have made such a huge mistake?

I had a strict rule: never get involved with anyone who worked for me. It was non–negotiable. But last night, from the second our eyes met at the club, something about her pulled me in. She was persistent, sneaking into the VIP area and even using the classic ‘spill a drink‘ trick to get my attention. And d*mn, it worked.

I couldn’t shake the memory of her from my mind. The way her soft brown eyes looked at me, the way she begged me to take her… I could still feel the heat from her body. She had been drunk–so drunk that she passed out in my arms. I had to send for her friend and drop them home. The whole situation was a mess.

I needed more information about her, fast.

I paged Sandy, the manager of the team.

“Mr. Storm,” her voice came through the line.

“Sandy, I need the details of everyone on the Next Generation team. Send them to me in the next five minutes.” My tone was sharp, trying to hide the frustration.

“Of course, right away,” she replied.

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I stared at my screen, my mind restless until her email notification popped up. I scrolled through the list of names and faces until I found her.

breath, the memory of how she moaned under my touch rushing back. Just thinking

so much younger, which was why I had hesitated at first. But when she told me she was 23, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I

commitment. No strings. I was the one in control. But last night, she came after me,

couldn’t have her. She was too young, too involved now, and she worked for me. That made her

in these thoughts when my

asked, trying to

need to see you,” Adrian’s voice sounded

everything alright?” I

Can we meet for dinner at the

urgent? You know you can tell me

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know, Dad. Dinner’s fine. Does 7 p.m.

make it work,” I replied, and

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back in my chair, trying to figure out what could be wrong. Adrian’s well–being was my top priority. We were close, especially after I raised him alone when his mother, Angelique, cheated on me with one of my closest friends. The pain still felt fresh–being betrayed by two people I loved and trusted. After the divorce, Angelique gave me full custody of

arrogant, reckless, and spent my money carelessly. Recently, I began changing that, pulling back on the extravagant requests and making him earn his way. The restaurant was his last chance to prove himself. I just hoped whatever

meeting is waiting

said, straightening my tie.