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.

under my breath, the memory of how she moaned under my touch rushing back. Just thinking about it made me hard. I shifted in my seat, forcing myself to focus on her profile.

But when she told

always kept my relationships casual, with mature women who understood the rules. No commitment. No strings. I was the one

despite knowing I couldn’t have her. She was too young, too involved now, and she worked for me. That made her off–limits. She had to stay off–limits, and I hoped she understood that

was lost in these thoughts when my phone rang. It was

trying to push thoughts of Clairessa

to see you,” Adrian’s voice sounded strained like

I asked,

much on the phone. Can

can tell

11 Feb

Have I

Does 7 p.m. work

it work,” I replied, and the line went

72%

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

and spent my money carelessly. Recently, I began changing that, pulling back on the extravagant requests and making him earn his way.

meeting is waiting in

I said, straightening my tie.