Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 150: Has He Found Out My Secret?

Walking down the hallway, I clutched my phone tightly in my hand. I had called

Gabriel a dozen times, left messages that went unanswered, and sent texts that

remained on "read."

I felt uneasy, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Just as I neared the elevator, movement from the corner of my eye caught my

attention. Nicole. She strutted toward me with an exaggerated sway of her hips,

tossing her hair back like she owned the place. I bit back a groan—of all people,

she was the last one I wanted to deal with right now.

I quickened my pace, determined to get into the elevator before she could reach

me, but she sped up, closing the distance in an instant. Just as I reached the

doors, she stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

She fixed her gaze on me, wearing that infuriating, condescending smirk that

made my teeth grind.

I fought the urge to shove her aside. "Move, Nicole."

Her smile widened, making it clear she was deliberately trying to get under my

skin. "In a hurry? You should really watch where you're going—you might trip and

fall."

"I'm not in the mood for your games," I snapped. "Step aside."

She stared me up and down with a smug look in her eyes before folding her arms,

refusing to budge. "Oh, but I thought you'd like to know—I just left Gabriel's

office."

Shock hit me, but I quickly covered it, refusing to give her the satisfaction of

seeing my confusion. "And?"

Her lips curved into a sly grin. "He invited me in. Needed to discuss some

important personal matters—just the two of us..."

My heart pounded harder, but I forced a calm, indifferent expression. That's

impossible. Gabriel's out of town, and he's surely not back yet. I knew Nicole was

just spinning these cheap lies to rattle me.

She let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Poor thing... didn't you know? He's back. I

guess he didn't think you were important enough to inform... and if you doubt me,

you could go to his office and find him there."

The words hit me hard. Nicole didn't look like she was lying, as I had hoped... She

was serious. So Gabriel was truly back. And he hadn't bothered to tell me? Hadn't

returned any of my calls or messages? My heart sank, but I knew Nicole was

watching me closely, and I refused to show any weakness in front of her.

I squared my shoulders, plastering on a fake smile. "Mr. Storm can come and go

as he pleases. It's none of your concern."

Nicole gave me a pitying look, as if she were speaking to a clueless child. "Oh,

sweetie... There's no one else here but us. You don't have to pretend. We both

Mr. Storm—and Adrian too. I'll give

the actress balancing both."

closer, I lowered my voice to

You don't know a

laughter, rolling her eyes. "Please. You

to keep them both wrapped

Adrian might be too

to see right through your little act, and

clicking her tongue. "Well, I'll be right there to pick

took every

"It's clear to me now

take the

the pitch in Vegas..."

face hardened. "Jealous? Please. I don't need to be jealous

nothing but a toy. Gabriel only picked you because he was fucking

soon he'll toss you aside when

small, bitter laugh that

me... and I'm well aware that you

Keep dreaming."

don't have to dream

"Because he's already figured you out, hasn't

he was back. You're nothing to him now.

mistake he regrets."

could feel the anger rising in my chest the longer

of my time. She was

didn't know how much

"Move... now," I demanded.

more firmly, blocking me with her

"And if

took a slow, threatening step forward, closing the space between us.

back up until her shoulders pressed

above a whisper. "If

make you."

widened for a split second, the hint of fear flashing

wouldn't dare,"

uncertainty in her voice.

just kept pressing into her space. She had no

flatten herself against the door, her breathing

lips. "Don't try

she whimpered, fake tears

as she looked around the empty

her performance. I could see

head, laughing lightly at

fake tears?" I leaned in closer, my tone mocking.

we're all alone. And remember, you said it yourself—I have

finger. Who do you think they'll believe?

and I could practically see

no power here. Nicole

lips

pressing the button. As the elevator doors slid

back at her, letting a

to regain some of

don't be too shocked when he tells

doors were about to shut, "Also, if I were you, I

sure about that power you claim to

in irritation,

wave off all the

and her cruel

up. My mind was

one thing:

finding out if

back for myself.

elevator dinged, and the

open, revealing

out, bent on

thought she

wouldn't shake me. I

her the

reception desk, her attention