Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 10: Ready To Play The Game

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“Claire, what’s going on?” Jess’s worried voice called from the other side of the door. “You’ve locked yourself in your room and haven’t said a word since you got back from work.” Her knocking became more persistent, almost frantic.

I groaned, dragging myself off the bed. I knew Jess wouldn’t stop until I opened the door. I had locked myself away, wanting nothing more than to drown in my misery and be alone with the storm of emotions swirling inside me. But there was no hiding from Jess’s concern. I reached the door and hesitated, my hand hovering over the lock before finally turning it.

The door opened, and before I could say a word, Jess stepped in, her eyes locking onto my tear–streaked face. “Claire, what happened at work?” she asked, her voice soft, holding my face gently in her hands as if I might break.

“Adrian came to my office today,” I whispered, my voice cracking as the tears I had fought so hard to hold back came pouring out. My chest tightened painfully, each sob ripping through me.

“That bastard…” Jess muttered, pulling me into her arms. “He has some nerve showing up at your workplace.”

“It’s his father’s company, I guess,” I mumbled against her shoulder, feeling suffocated by my emotions. I wanted to be strong, to push the pain away, but it clung to me like a second skin.

“Still doesn’t give him the right to just show up at your office,” Jess insisted, pulling back to look at me. “So tell me, what did he say?”

“Jess… he admitted to cheating on me–more than once. God knows with how many Nicoles.” The words

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tasted bitter on my tongue, and the tears fell harder, my chest heaving with the force of the pain I felt inside.

Jess’s expression darkened, her grip tightening around me. “Oh, Claire… I’m so sorry that the jerk hurt you like this.” She held me close, her voice soothing, but the comfort she offered couldn’t numb the pain inside me. “You’re going to get through this… okay?”

“I don’t know how,” I sobbed, feeling utterly defeated. “Every time I think it’s getting better, I think of him, and it hurts all over again.”

to meet her gaze. “Listen to me. Soon

I think I still

just going to stop… unless,” she added, a mischievous glint in her eye, “we get you a rebound

with someone else, of giving myself

she pressed, her

to any other man,”

about giving yourself? I’m talking about wild

tempting me with the promise of

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the reality of it crashing down on me. “As much as that sounds enticing, someone always gets hurt… you know this”

thing” she countered. “Simply intense sex with

argued, my voice trembling. “I can’t just

father,” she shot back, her words throwing me

the truth too heavy

at her lips. “Something different. So

him about pretending not to know me, and all he could do was warn me never to speak of that night again if I loved my job… I’ve never felt

face, softening her expression. “I’m sorry he was

least I’ve been shortlisted,” I replied with

should stop sulking; this is what you’ve

me. I should be elated at being shortlisted by Gabriel and the possibility of my app getting funded, but all I felt was shame. “I know, but I can’t stop thinking about the way Gabriel looked at me coldly. I was certain I was just another fling

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in control, not controlled. So I guess Gabriel pretending not to know you was his way of pushing back, reminding you of your place.”

you know the things he said?” I asked, the realization sinking in that Jess understood this world far better than I

a knowing edge. There’s a way to handle men like him. You have

triggering something deep within me. Gabriel Storm wanted to play, and I would show him just how well I could play his game. A surge of determination replaced

then,” I said, the words spilling out before I could second–guess myself.