Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Gabriel’s POV

Chapter 66: Reminiscing On The Past

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As I approached Sergio on the golf course, I could already see the smug grin plastered on his face. His arms spread wide as he shouted across the green, loud enough for everyone to hear, “That’s the Gabe I know! Late, hungover, but still handsome as ever!

I was expecting nothing less, and you didn’t disappoint!”

I gritted my teeth, lowering my shades slightly. “Go to hell, Serg,” I muttered under my breath as we stood face to face. He knew how much I hated being the center of attention, and yet he never missed a chance to make me the center of it.

Sergio pulled his shades up to rest on his head, his grin widening. “Don’t you just feel better already?” he teased, waving a hand at the beautiful golf course around us. “The sun’s not too high, the greens are perfect, and you’re here with me. Isn’t this just the perfect way to spend your Friday morning?”

I gave him a tight, fake smile. “Yeah, sure, fantastic,” I mumbled. Though, as much as I hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong. Being outdoors, on the course, did feel better. I felt more like myself. And golf was a great distraction from the chaos of last night. Still, I wasn’t about to admit that to him.

“Let the games begin!” Sergio declared, gripping his golf club and taking a dramatic swing in the air. “Despite your dark shades and that sorry state, I’ll still beat your ass.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. “Let’s see about that,” I retorted, adjusting my grip on my club.

Gabriel’s energy was infectious, and for the first time all morning, I found myself relaxing.

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over.

We began to play, the earlier pressure of the morning slowly melting away as the competitive banter took

After nearly an hour, I stood victorious, leaning on my club with a smirk plastered on my face.

Sergio wiped his forehead with a towel, his face glowing with satisfaction despite his loss. “Gabe! You cheated, as usual,” Sergio blurted out, his tone full of mock outrage. His face scrunched up like a child who had just lost a game of marbles.

shoulders. “Quit sulking, Serg,” I replied, my smirk widening. “We both know I’d beat you in any sport, fair and square.”

my head for emphasis, adding a slight flex of my muscles to rub it

shoulders slumping dramatically as he threw his hands in the air. “Whatever!” he squealed, his voice full of exaggerated defeat. “The only reason you

laugh that escaped me. Sergio had made a habit of constantly blaming fupa

you know bloody well it’s not your fupa,” I teased, clapping him on the shoulder. “And yes, you suck

gave him away. “You’re lucky

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hey, on the flip side. For a man your age, you’re still holding it together… mostly” Grinning, I tapped his shoulder and gestured toward the resort. “Come on, let’s go get that

it all in. The lush green landscape stretched as far as the eye could see, the gardens below vibrant and meticulously arranged. The pool sparkled in the

can’t believe you actually did it,” I exclaimed, my voice filled with

hands resting on the rail as he gazed out over his creation. His usual grin softened, replaced by

emotion on his face. It was rare to see Sergio like this, and I understood exactly what he was feeling. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I squeezed lightly. “Who would’ve thought? Twenty years ago, this was all

college kids with big dreams of taking over the world. From working crappy jobs to

here.

a heaviness to it, the joy and pain of everything we’d gone through

turned to face me fully, his smile fading as his eyes grew glassy. “It’s all because of you, Gabe. You saw something in me when no one else did. I thought I was destined to end up like my dad–working for scumbags like Rufos until I died.” His voice shook slightly, his shoulders sagging. “But you pushed me to quit. You made

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than I expected. When.he suddenly pulled me into a hug, I stiffened for a second before wrapping my arms around him. His grip

back first, clapping him lightly on the back as I tried to lighten the mood. I wasn’t one for long emotional moments anymore. “Come

tears shone in his eyes. “But I haven’t forgotten. You gave me my first loan –$100,000. You

than friends now. We’re brothers,” I clapped him on the back as he

are. He affirmed as