Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Gabriel’s POV

Chapter 40: Getting Over Gone Wrong

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I sank back into the plush cushions of my Manhattan apartment’s leather sofa, feeling utterly disinterested as Tina ran her tongue across my neck in a slow, deliberate stroke, attempting to ignite something within me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the familiar sensation of desire to take over me. But all I felt was nothing–cold, empty nothing.

Her soft hands roamed over my chest, caressing the fabric of my shirt, her fingers teasing the muscles beneath. She straddled my lap, pressing her body against mine, Her lips moved lower, trailing kisses as she reached for my shirt buttons.

I grabbed her wrists, stopping her.

“Tina… I’m sorry.” I apologized, already regretting why I’d invited her over. “We can’t… not today.”

Instead of stopping, her eyes, full of longing, locked with mine. “You can… we can… if you would just let me,” she pleaded softly, moving on top of me, her hips grinding against mine more forcefully.

But still, nothing. No spark. No fire. No desire.

I closed my eyes, hoping I could pretend. Maybe if I focused hard enough, I could make myself believe Tina was Clairessa. I could lose myself in the fantasy, let it play out in my head. But that would be unfair–to Tina, to myself.

The truth was, I’d called Tina over tonight to get my mind off Clairessa. It was supposed to be simple–a distraction, something physical to drown out the noise in my head. But the more Tina tried, the more futile it became because Clairessa was all I could think about. Her smile. Her scent. The way her body moved against

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And now she was probably in the club, grinding against another man. Jealousy coursed through me. The endless images my mind conjured of her with someone else were messing with my head, dulling whatever desire I might have felt for Tina.

“Tina…” I began again, holding her hips to still her movements. “I can’t. I’m not in the mood.”

She pouted, a deep sigh escaping her lips as she slid off my lap in a huff. “But isn’t this why you invited me over? To help take your mind off… whatever’s bothering you?” Her fingers trailed seductively down my chest -a move that had once driven me crazy. Now, it did nothing.

“I know,” I replied, my frustration growing. “But my mind’s somewhere else… it’s complicated.”

She looked at me with annoyance, then reached for the bottle of whisky on the table and poured a generous amount into a glass. She took a large gulp, her eyes closed for a moment as she absorbed the burn sliding down her throat.

“What about something more exciting?” she asked, her voice playful but edged with impatience. She scanned the room before spotting the remote on the sofa beside me.

With a grin, she grabbed it and turned on the speakers, a slow, sensual beat filling the room. Tina stood up, her movements sensual, as her gaze locked onto mine. I already knew what she was about to do, and I felt exhausted just thinking about it.

“Tina, I don’t think-“I started, but she interrupted me, pressing a finger to my lips with a teasing smile.

“Just watch,” she whispered, her eyes dancing with mischief as she began to sway her hips to the rhythm of the music. The lights from the city skyline outside the window, highlighted every curve of her body.

She was wearing a long fur coat, which she now began to slide off her shoulders with a mischievous smile. Beneath, she revealed red lingerie–delicate lace and suspenders that hugged her body in all the right places. The lacy thong and garters left little to the imagination, and her long, toned legs seemed to stretch endlessly.

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was sexy,no doubt. She was a model, after all, and her body was proof of that. But tonight, none

her hands running up her sides, teasing the straps of her suspenders. She smiled mischievously. “What should I take off

fall to the floor, before her hands moved up to her bra. With practiced ease, she unhooked it and

this part,” she purred, her voice seductive and inviting, as her fingers traced a path along her exposed skin. She gave her

dull pressure building in my pants, but it wasn’t for her. It wasn’t Tina I craved. Every time I closed my eyes, it was Clairessa’s face I saw, she consumed my thoughts. Her scent, her voice, her touch, her soft moans–everything about her

upset.

grabbing her hand before she came any closer.

firmly this time. “This… isn’t working.”

the shock written all over her face, as I rose

it to

this on,” I murmured, not

“Gabriel, what the hell is going on?” she asked, her voice rising with anger. “What’s

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of my neck to ease some of the tension pressing down on me. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” I admitted, irritated at myself and the entire situation. Tonight was supposed to be an escape, a way to forget

frowned, clearly hurting. “It’s another woman,

didn’t respond, downing the rest of my

grand discovery. “You haven’t called me in months, and then, out of the

happened? Did she turn you down, so now you’re crawling

sent you a text, and you obliged without hesitation, so quit the drama.

this have anything to do with that little assistant

time?”

assistant,” I snapped defensively, the edge in my

nerve?” she taunted, a grin spreading across her face as she stepped closer. “So, you

no idea what you’re talking about. Clairessa works for me, and that’s

on her tongue as though savoring it. “I remember now.

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have you? But you want to. You want to so badly, but screwing her would mean breaking one of

know what I was dealing with? I hated feeling vulnerable, and at this moment, I needed to be alone, so I could get my emotions checked. “I think it’s time for you

slipped on her coat. “Oh, Gabe, don’t be like that,” she said softly. “I know you keep yourself so guarded so no one can get close to you, but

back coldly. “This is me. You’ve always been aware of the

You’ve never turned down sex–not once. Sex is the one thing you’ve always wanted because it means less talking. But tonight?

a mocking scoff. “That means you’re in deep with this girl, but you’re too blind to realize

said, my voice icy, “I’m glad you remember the terms of this arrangement, because right now, it feels like you’re overstepping.”

scoffing again. “Overstepping?” she echoed, her voice rising. “I’m not overstepping, Gabriel. I’m simply pointing out the obvious. You’ve developed feelings for that little girl, and it’s scaring the

the bulge on my pants. A smug smile spread across her face. “Oh, Mr. Storm,” she teased, “someone’s in denial. You’re almost

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