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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when Jess’s voice cut through

are you seated?”

said, pointing to the secluded section

to a dimly lit, more private area of the club. The atmosphere was more intense, with a couple nearby lost in

attractive, no doubt, but something felt off, something I couldn’t quite place. As he poured us another drink, he leaned

but Jess nudged me forward. “Alright,” I found myself saying, letting him lead me to the dance floor.

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

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

had felt that night with Gabriel–that connection, that fire–but with Dave, there was nothing. Maybe I was still that

his lips neared mine, my body froze, everything inside me screaming that

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please,” I finally managed to say, pulling away from him. I grabbed my purse from the seat and hurried out of the private section, Jess

on her face. “What’s wrong? Did something

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