Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 152

Chapter 152: The Ache I Couldn’t Drink Away

The bass thumped through the walls of the VIP lounge, loud and chaotic—like the

thoughts swirling in my head. I sat on the leather couch, whiskey glass in hand,

surrounded by bodies moving to the heavy pulse of the music.

Girls were grinding against the poles—shaking their hips, each one doing her best

to earn my attention. The owner had apparently heard I was in the building and

sent in his best—his “favorites,” as he called them. The ones who knew how to

put on a show.

They were barely clothed—skimpy shorts clinging too tightly to their asses,

leaving nothing to the imagination. Long legs, smooth thighs, fully on display.

Sweat glistened on their skin under the flashing lights as they wiggled and moved,

casting flirtatious glances my way, hoping to be the one that got picked.

One of the girls approached my table, her eyes fixed on me, attempting to seduce

me with a gaze that clearly drank in my body. She stopped in front of me, then

bent over, hands grazing the floor, throwing her ass in my face.

But I just sat there.

Watching.

Unaffected.

Detached.

I didn't care for her—or any of them.

How could I?

None of them came close to my woman. None of them even existed in

comparison to her.

And the irony? Sleeping with random strippers was never my thing. Which kind of

defeated the whole damn purpose of being here. I came to forget. To feel nothing.

Instead, I felt a different kind of ache. One that screamed I was completely,

irreversibly screwed.

I tipped the tumbler to my lips and gulped down the whiskey. My alcohol intake

was always in check—precise, like everything else in my life. But tonight?

Tonight, I didn't give a damn.

The first shot did absolutely nothing.

The second—just a slight buzz.

By the third, I felt my chest loosen just a bit. Not enough, but it was something.

And just as I was about to sink further into that desire to drown my thoughts—

I heard it.

A familiar voice.

“Gabriel.”

I turned.

Tina.

to see me, like she'd just spotted

it with a faint, barely-there smirk—more out of habit than

A familiar face. A reliable distraction. Maybe

give them

gave a damn.

Tina said, flashing the

waved her hand dismissively and slid

with practiced grace,

mark.

a while,” she murmured, tilting her head just enough so her

brushed my jaw.

myself maybe

pull

I'd find you here at The Cave,” she teased, fingers tracing the

place isn't really your scene. I remember you used

for the

did,” I admitted, my voice rough. “But

remember who the hell

eyes burning with that familiar hunger, “he

woman to remind

pressed her body against mine, waiting for me to make

you're right,” I muttered, sliding a hand to her waist and pulling

me with more force than I intended. She gasped, then melted,

legs over mine.

Gabe... you're all fired up tonight,” she purred, tilting

inching toward mine.

at her lips, knowing she was

want it.

But I couldn't.

pulled back with a sigh, frustrated more with myself than her. “I

more drinks.”

weak distraction, but it gave me a few seconds

the heaviness and force

mood.

hand, signaling the waitress. Tina ordered champagne.

scotch.

wasted no time. A few sips

grinding in her seat, casting me

was drawing me

everything right—perfectly choreographed seduction. But I

a man

laughing, hands in the

lap—the kind of move that would've

other man weak.

something slurred

you what you've been

her gaze fixed on mine as

coaxing

But I felt... nothing.

Not even a twitch.

my hands on her hips—not forceful, just firm enough to still

down at me,

we should leave,” I

up,

she didn't realize—I wasn't asking her

wanted her.

took one last gulp, swallowing the entire drink in one

just wanted to get the hell

lights, the women—none of it was

stumbled into

hovered. Her

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