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.

e, 11 Feb M.

11: Rebound

༥ བླླ 71%Ė

of what I wanted, when Jess’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Yes, we would.

are you seated?”

above,” Dave said, pointing to the secluded section

Jess chimed in, and before I could protest, we were following him to a dimly lit, more private area of the club. The atmosphere was more intense,

but something felt off, something I couldn’t quite place. As he poured us another drink, he leaned in close, taking my hand. “Dance with me,” he whispered, his

seated and out of reach, but Jess nudged me forward.

me of Adrian’s touch, the subtle pressure to do his bidding even when I wasn’t feeling

to his, his striking grey eyes locking onto mine. He was beautiful, yet I felt tense and on edge. “Relax,” he murmured

felt that night with Gabriel–that connection,

But as his lips neared mine, my body froze,

21

11: Rebound Night Out

I grabbed my purse from the seat and hurried out of the private section, Jess quickly following behind.

at me, worry etched on her

71%