Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Gabriel’s POV

Chapter 65: Hung Over

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I woke up with a splitting headache, the kind that felt like someone was driving nails into my skull. My eyes shot open, and for a moment, I stared at the dark ceiling, trying to piece together where I was. The room was dim, the blinds still closed,

My eyes shut again as the pain intensified. The memory of how much I had to drink last night hit me like a moving train.

Groaning, I rubbed my temples, trying to will the ache away. Slowly, I pushed myself up on the bed, but every part of my body ached. With a frustrated sigh, I slumped back down onto the bed.

Then it hit me.

Flashes of the night before came rushing back, vivid and unapologetic.

Clairessa.

I saw her lips on mine, the way they molded to me so perfectly, her soft moans echoing in my ears. My hands on her body, tracing every curve, her skin soft and warm under my touch.

I clenched my jaw as the memories kept coming. I’d kissed her like a man possessed, poured all my ernotions into every stroke of my tongue, every desperate movement of my hands. I could still feel her body pressed against mine, the way her scent surrounded me, intoxicating and drawing me in.

Heat surged through me and my cock hardened almost instantly as the images became too vivid–her

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soft whimpers, the way her hips shifted toward mine, her hands clutching at me as if she needed me just as badly as I needed her.

I,squeezed my eyes shut, willing the thoughts away, but it was no use. The throbbing arousal between my legs was relentless, and I cursed under my breath. I ached to bury myself inside her, to claim her, to hear her scream my name again and again.

But I shoved the thoughts away, forcing myself to focus. What the hell was I doing? I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated with myself. This wasn’t helping. None of it was helping.

Then, more memories came flooding in.

I had confessed everything. Every damn thing. I told her I couldn’t be with anyone else, that I was made for her, that she consumed my every thought.

What the hell had

wasn’t here.

washed over me. I’d let myself lose control, let jealousy and whiskey turn me into someone I didn’t even recognize. I’d broken my own rules–rules that had kept me safe for years. I’d poured

me wince, but I forced myself to move. I needed to clear my head, to figure out how to fix this–if it could

and realized I was in nothing but my briefs. My clothes were folded neatly in the corner.

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her hands on me,

passed out on her like

I cursed again, louder this time, dragging my hand down

mess.

man who comes back drunk, leaving her to clean up after his

And yet, I had let Clairessa see me like this–a drunken, emotional wreck. She had seen

in my thoughts, the regret eating at me, when a loud knock on

I barked, more out of frustration than

had left me hard and aching,

in my body aching. The knocks at the door grew louder and more insistent. I hurried as

this.

for me. She was younger than me. I’d told myself nothing could happen between us. I’d ended whatever was building between us for

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completely

I was thankful it

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plastered on his face. But his smile faded as he

You look like hell. What the fuck happened to you?” he scolded, stepping into the

loud voice, clutching my head. “Sergio, morning to you too,” I muttered, my voice groggy and

of bed by past eleven? Looking like he was hit by a bus?

the bed. Every step felt like

could collapse onto the mattress, Sergio walked over to the windows and yanked the blinds

in, and I flinched, turning away. “What the hell, Sergio? I was about to go back to sleep,” I

than the one you had. Now get up, take

pass,” I muttered, waving him off and burying my face in the pillow.

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