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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hesitated, unsure of what I wanted, when Jess’s voice cut through

are you seated?”

said, pointing to the secluded section upstairs.

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 with a passion

trying to steady myself as I took a sip of my drink. He was attractive, no doubt, 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

Jess nudged me forward. “Alright,” I found myself saying, letting him lead me

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

mine. He was beautiful, yet I felt tense

smile, leaning into him as 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. Maybe I was still that timid girl underneath it all, scared of what I

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

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say, pulling away from him. I grabbed my purse from the

outside the club, Jess looked at me, worry etched on her

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