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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are you seated?”

Dave said, pointing to the secluded section upstairs.

protest, we were following him to a dimly lit, more private area of the club. The atmosphere was more intense, with a couple nearby lost in each other, making out

doubt, but something felt off, something

but Jess nudged me forward.

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 touch, the subtle pressure to do his bidding even when I wasn’t feeling up to it. I thought a night out and dancing with this attractive man would make me feel powerful and desired, but instead,

onto mine. He was beautiful, yet I felt tense and on edge. “Relax,”

I continued to search the room with my eyes. I wanted what I had felt that night with Gabriel–that connection, that fire–but with Dave, there was nothing.

pulling away just enough to lean in closer. But as his lips neared mine, my body froze, everything inside

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purse from the seat and

her face. “What’s

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