Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 111: Daddy Please

I could see the pain on Gabriel’s face when he mentioned his ex–wife. His fingers fightened around the stem of the glass, knuckles white. Even if he didn’t love her anymore, the look in his eyes made it clear–he wasn’t over the past.

“Oh.” The word barely left my lips, my voice smaller than I intended.

Gabriel let out a slow breath. “Cooking was something we did together. After the divorce… I just stopped.”

I reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I’m glad you’re cooking again. And that it’s for me.”

A faint smile touched his lips. “Talking about it is freeing, not having to keep it all bottled up… but I won’t lie–it’s also difficult. I felt ashamed for a long time, like her cheating meant I wasn’t enough, that she had to seek attention… love from somewhere else.” He let out a slow breath. “So, a part of me blamed myself.”

My hand brushed against his forearm before my fingers glided over his knuckles, a gentle reassurance. “1 know that feeling. But you taught me something. Their betrayal doesn’t define us.”

A dry chucklé escaped him. “Easier to give advice than take it.”

“Yeah… I know.”

I wondered how Gabriel’s unresolved emotions with his ex–wife would affect us going forward.

I shouldn’t care, not when I wasn’t being completely honest myself. But I did.

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Because I was afraid that, after all these years, she still had a strong grip on him–and deep down, the pain of losing her would keep him from fully commiting himself to any other relationship.

I needed to understand more about their relationship–why her memory still lingered in his mind, why it ignited the fierce jealousy in his eyes whenever another man so much as looked at me.

I contemplated for a moment before asking, “How did you two meet?”

“High school,” he admitted after a moment’s pause. “She was the first love I told you about. We started dating after we reconnected and got married after college.”

I tensed for a moment, absorbing his words. Angelique was his first love turned wife. No wonder the wounds ran so deep.

“Was there ever a chance you would have forgiven her?” I asked softly.

if it had only happened once. I was away a lot during that period–work, school–but then I found out it was more than a mistake. It was an affair. A

throat. “I’m sorry,” I murmured.

don’t have to apologize. You didn’t hurt me,” Gabriel replied, gulping the last of his wine. “Angelique did. And honestly… it’s been years. I’m over it.”

to believe him. Desperately. But we both knew that wasn’t

Daddy

“But enough

do you want to know,

turned intense. “Has your ex

If only he knew he

um… blocked

Gabriel nodded. “Good.”

around, asking

wasn’t having it. “And

My voice was firm. I met his gaze without hesitation. “That

grin. “I hope

gripped

the kitchen island, stepping between my legs, his

mine, solid and hot. His heat seeped into me, setting my skin ablaze as his fingers rested

not done with you, Clairessa,” he murmured, leaning in closer, his lips hovering just above mine… enticing me, daring

demanded more, pulling

core tighten. His mouth trailed lower,

found my breasts, cupping them firmly, thumbs stroking over my hardened

doing this all weekend,” he confessed, his voice husky, his hands kneading my soft flesh through the fabric.

sent a delicious

you?” I gasped, biting my lip, trying to hold back

locked onto

found the zipper of my dress, pulling it

I teased breathlessly, feeling a deep, throbbing ache between my thighs. “That’s a little presumptuous… assuming I’d let

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Daddy Please

“Presumptuous?” he echoed, his hands trailing