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.

the hell had

the dim room in search of her but she wasn’t here. Of course, she wasn’t. Why would she stay after how I

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

legs over the edge of the bed, trying to push myself up. The pounding in my head made me wince, but I forced myself to move.

down and realized I was in nothing but my briefs. My clothes were folded neatly in the corner. My chest tightened as memories of

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myself sagging against her. I remembered her hands on me, undressing me carefully, her touch gentle despite

her

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

mess.

grown man who comes back drunk,

I had let Clairessa see me like this–a drunken, emotional

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

out of frustration than anything

slid down my body as 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 was unbearable

knocks at the door grew louder and more insistent. I hurried as much as I could, hoping it wasn’t her. I

this.

myself nothing could happen between us. I’d ended whatever was building

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door, I was thankful it wasn’t

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his face. But his smile faded as

hell. What the fuck happened to you?” he scolded,

voice, clutching my head. “Sergio, morning to you

of bed by past eleven? Looking like he was hit

fun,” I grumbled, shuffling back toward the bed. Every step felt like a struggle, my body

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

sunlight poured in, and I flinched, turning away. “What the hell, Sergio?

he chided, his tone clearly irritated. “You’ve been through worse nights than the one you had. Now get up, take a shower, and get dressed. We’re going down for breakfast.”

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

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