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 I

her but she wasn’t here. Of

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 out my feelings like a fool. And now? I’d

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

folded neatly in the corner. My chest tightened as memories of how she

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sagging against her. I remembered her hands on me, undressing me

her like some

time, dragging my hand down my

mess.

must think I’m pathetic. A grown man who comes back drunk, leaving her to clean up after his

to climb. And yet, I had let Clairessa see me like this–a drunken,

the regret eating at me, when a loud knock on the door broke through my thoughts.

out of frustration than

I sat up straighter, and my arousal from earlier straining against my briefs. The memories had left me hard and aching, my body still craving her even as my mind screamed at me to stop. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to focus, but the pressure

in my body aching. The knocks at the door grew louder and more

this.

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

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completely wrecked it.

door, I was thankful it wasn’t

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like his usual put–together self, with a confident grin plastered on his face. But his smile faded as he took one look at me.

to you?” he

clutching my head. “Sergio, morning to

“Gabriel Storm, just getting out of bed by past eleven? Looking like he was hit by a bus? That’s a sight I never thought I’d see,”

Have your fun,” I grumbled, shuffling back toward the bed. Every step felt like a

mattress, Sergio walked over to the

away. “What the hell, Sergio? I was about

nights than the one you had. Now get up, take a shower, and get dressed. We’re

muttered, waving him off and burying my face in

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