Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 11: Rebound Night Out

The club was alive, pulsing with the same powerful energy I remembered. It was a place where powerful men came to live out their fantasies. Jess and I stood by the bar, and I could feel the eyes of some of the men on me, drawn by the silver dress I wore–the one with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. The attention gave me a sense of power I hadn’t felt in a long time, and I relished it.

“Claire… it’s your night. They’re all staring,” Jess whispered in my ear, her voice full of encouragement. I gave her a satisfied smile, and we both giggled like we were sharing a secret the world couldn’t understand

The bartender handed us our drinks, and I ordered a margarita, something light but potent enough to keep me in control. I took a slow sip, savoring the taste while my eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar face. But Gabriel was nowhere to be seen, and my heart sank, the confidence I felt moments ago

waning.

“Hello, beautiful,” a deep, bold voice called out behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I turned to face the voice and found myself looking at an undeniably attractive man. Tall, dark, and with a sexy charm that was hard to ignore. “Hi,” I replied, taking him in, trying to gauge if he could offer the distraction I desperately needed.

“I’m Dave,” he introduced himself, extending a hand toward me.

“Claire,” I said, my voice low as I took his hand, offering a soft smile in return.

“Would you like to come with me to my private section?” he asked, his tone inviting yet filled with an expectation I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet.

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I wanted, when Jess’s voice cut through my thoughts.

are you seated?”

above,” Dave said, pointing to the secluded

lit, more private area of the club.

something felt off, something I couldn’t quite place. As he poured us another drink, he leaned in close, taking

stay seated and out of reach, but Jess nudged me forward. “Alright,” I found myself saying, letting him lead me to the dance floor.

waist as our bodies began to move to the rhythm of the music. But the closer he held me, the more anxious I became. His touch, his presence–it all felt too cold and forced. It reminded me of Adrian’s

He was beautiful, yet I felt tense and on edge. “Relax,” he murmured into my ear, his breath warm against

my eyes. I wanted what I had felt that night with Gabriel–that connection, that fire–but with Dave, there was nothing. Maybe I was still that timid girl underneath it all, scared of what I couldn’t control.

But as his lips neared mine, my body froze, everything inside me screaming that this wasn’t right. It was too much, too soon, too… wrong.

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pulling away from him. I grabbed my purse from

outside the club, Jess looked at me, worry etched on her face. “What’s wrong? Did something happen with that

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