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.

like

a faint, barely-there smirk—more out of

familiar face. A

the dancers scattering, give them

damn. Because I

it from here,” Tina said, flashing the girls a look that

hand dismissively and

pouted but scattered with practiced grace, already

mark.

a while,” she murmured, tilting

brushed my jaw.

maybe the familiarity of her face—and

enough to pull me out

find you here at The Cave,” she teased, fingers

really your scene. I remember

too much chaos for the great

admitted, my voice rough. “But sometimes a man needs

the hell

burning

the right woman to remind

waiting for

sliding a hand to her waist

than I intended. She gasped, then melted, draping

legs over mine.

all fired up tonight,” she purred, tilting her

inching toward mine.

her lips, knowing she was

it. Hell,

But I couldn't.

sigh, frustrated more with myself than her. “I think we

more drinks.”

distraction, but it gave me a few seconds to breathe.

the heaviness and force myself to get

mood.

signaling the waitress. Tina ordered

scotch.

no time. A few sips in, and she was

the rhythm, grinding in her seat, casting me

was drawing

everything right—perfectly choreographed

man trapped

laughing, hands in the air, her energy

my lap—the kind of move

other man weak.

slurred in my ear that I

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

against me, her gaze fixed on mine as she

coaxing a

But I felt... nothing.

Not even a twitch.

hands on her hips—not forceful, just

She blinked down at me,

we should

lit up, thinking

her to come

wanted her.

swallowing

wanted to get the

lights, the women—none of it

stumbled into my house—well,

Tina hovered.

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