Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 137 Trapped Between Loving Him And Risking It All

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around him as I fell apart, a moan tearing from my lips as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. Gabriel let out a deep, shuddering groan, his body tensing before he spilled into me, burying himself deep, branding me with every surge of his release. For a moment, neither of us moved, our breaths tangled, our bodies locked together. Then, his forehead rested against mine, his lips brushing my cheek, my jaw. "Mine," he whispered-a fierce promise. I let my fingers glide through his damp hair, my heart still racing. "I love you," I murmured again, wanting to seal the words between us, to etch them into my memory. --I walked into Adrian's restaurant, my chest tightening with a deep, bitter feeling. The quiet afternoon only made my thoughts louder, reminding me of the lie I was living. I had promised Gabriel that Adrian meant nothing to me. Yet here I was. I told myself I was only here to get Adrian off my back, to stop him from doing something reckless-like showing up at my workplace or dragging his father into this mess. But deep down, I knew the truth. I was here for selfish reasons, covering my ass until I could work

for a hug, but I pulled away. His smile faltered for a second before he recovered, slipping back into that cocky charm. “Claire,” he greeted smoothly, stepping toward me again. "I'm glad you came." "I won't be here long," I replied, my voice stiff. "I prepared a private section for us." He gestured toward a secluded area in the back and started walking without waiting for my response-like he already knew I'd object. I had no choice but to follow. When we reached the table, he stopped. Flower petals were arranged beautifully across the surface, candles lit, giving the area an intimate feel. A giant bouquet sat elegantly to the side. Once upon a time, I would have found this romantic-a grand gesture I had begged him for over the years. Now, all I saw was another calculated move. A ploy to manipulate me into forgiving him. He picked up the red roses and held them out to me. Of course, he didn't get my favorite-lilies. He had never bothered to remember that. I snatched them aggressively and tossed them back onto the table. His eyes dimmed with something like sadness, but I didn't care. "You didn't have to do all this." My voice was flat. This was supposed to be quick-straight to the point. "Maybe not," he admitted with a small shrug. "But I wanted to make this special for us." The irony. Now he cared about making things special. I sighed. “Adrian, I don't need any of this. And to be honest, I don't even want to be here. You're forcing-" "I'm not forcing you," he cut in. "Maybe coercing, but I needed to see you. To at least talk. Get closure." I let out a bitter laugh. "You, need closure?