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

mine.

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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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her body was proof

mischievously. “What should I take off first?” she asked, her voice low and sultry, her fingers playing with

bra. With practiced ease, she unhooked it and let it drop, her breasts now bared to me, the soft glow of the

she purred, her voice seductive and inviting, as her fingers traced a path along her exposed skin. She gave her breasts a playful jiggle, giggling

me. Sure, there was an ache, a 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

upset.

she came any closer.

firmly

I rose from the sofa and retrieved her

handed it to

this on,” I murmured, not meeting her gaze.

asked, her voice rising with anger. “What’s your problem? I’m right here, and

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admitted, irritated at myself and the entire situation. Tonight was supposed to be an escape, a way to forget Clairessa, but

hurting. “It’s another woman,

of my whisky

she’d made some grand discovery. “You haven’t called me

happened? Did she turn you down, so

you obliged without hesitation, so quit the drama. Listen, tonight is different,” I muttered, avoiding her gaze. “I just… need space to clear

this have anything to do with

time?”

assistant,” I snapped defensively, the edge in my voice surprising

did I strike a nerve?” she taunted, a grin

idea what you’re talking about. Clairessa works for me, and

she repeated, rolling the name on her tongue as though

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Gabe. I’ve known you for a while. You haven’t slept with her yet, have you? But you want to. You want to

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

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

no façade,” I shot back coldly. “This is me. You’ve always been aware of the terms of

her up. You’ve never turned down sex–not once. Sex is the one thing you’ve always

a mocking scoff. “That means you’re in deep

“I’m glad you remember the terms of this arrangement,

I’m simply pointing out the obvious. You’ve developed feelings for that little girl, and it’s scaring the hell out

down my torso, stopping at the bulge on my pants. A smug smile spread across her face. “Oh, Mr. Storm,”

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