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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Chapter 6: What Have I Gotten Myself Into

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.

knew the truth now. “Clairessa,” I muttered under my breath, the memory of how she moaned under my touch rushing back. Just thinking about it made me hard. I shifted

looked 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 gave her every chance to walk away, but she begged me to take her–and I almost did. That wasn’t like me.

understood the rules. No commitment. No strings. I was the one

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

thoughts when my phone rang. It was Adrian.

asked, trying to push thoughts

see you,” Adrian’s voice sounded strained like something was seriously

everything alright?” I asked, immediately concerned.

on the phone. Can we meet

can tell me anything,” I pressed,

e, 11 Feb MO

I

fine. Does 7 p.m. work

make it work,” I replied, and the line

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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 Adrian, saying she couldn’t live with the shame of her actions and the

years, he became arrogant, reckless, and spent my money carelessly. Recently, I began changing that, pulling back on the extravagant requests and making him earn

PA’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Mr. Storm, your 11 a.m. meeting is waiting in

I said, straightening my tie.