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.

thrilled to see me, like she'd just spotted her

with a faint, barely-there smirk—more out

A familiar face. A reliable distraction.

send the dancers scattering, give them a reason to chase someone

a damn. Because

said, flashing the girls a look that could cut glass

waved her hand dismissively and

with practiced grace, already searching for

mark.

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

brushed my jaw.

has,” I replied, telling myself maybe the

to pull me out

thought I'd find you here at

place isn't really your scene. I

too much chaos for

rough. “But sometimes a man needs the chaos...

remember who the

her eyes burning with that familiar hunger, “he

the right woman to

her body against mine, waiting

if you're right,” I muttered, sliding a hand to her

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

legs over mine.

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

inching toward mine.

knowing

I wanted to want it. Hell, I tried to force

But I couldn't.

more with

more drinks.”

was a weak distraction, but it gave me a few

shake off the heaviness and force myself to get in

mood.

signaling the waitress.

scotch.

she wasted no time. A few sips in, and she

the rhythm, grinding in her seat, casting me sultry glances like she

was drawing me

everything right—perfectly choreographed seduction.

man

laughing, hands in

she straddled my lap—the kind of

other man weak.

slurred in my ear

catch. “I'll show you what you've been

against me, her gaze fixed on mine

forth, coaxing a

But I felt... nothing.

Not even a twitch.

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

She blinked down at

should leave,” I

lit up, thinking she'd

wasn't asking her to come

wanted her.

took one last gulp, swallowing the entire drink in one

just wanted to get the hell out of

the music, the lights, the

stumbled into

Tina hovered. Her

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