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

smirk—more

familiar face. A reliable distraction. Maybe

dancers scattering, give them a reason to chase someone

damn.

flashing the girls a look that could cut

her hand dismissively and slid into the seat beside

pouted but scattered with practiced grace, already searching for

mark.

tilting her head

brushed my jaw.

has,” I replied, telling myself maybe the

pull

at The

thigh. “This place isn't really your scene. I remember you

chaos for the great Gabriel

voice rough. “But sometimes

the

burning

the right woman to remind

against mine, waiting for me to make

find out if you're right,” I muttered, sliding a hand to her waist and

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

legs over mine.

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

inching toward mine.

stared at her lips, knowing she was

wanted to want it. Hell,

But I couldn't.

back with a sigh, frustrated more with myself than

more drinks.”

weak distraction, but it gave me a

shake off the heaviness and force myself to get

mood.

the waitress. Tina ordered champagne.

scotch.

the drinks arrived, she wasted no time. A few

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

was drawing

did everything right—perfectly choreographed seduction. But I

man trapped behind

laughing, hands

Then she straddled my lap—the kind of move that would've

other man weak.

close again, whispering something slurred

you what you've

her gaze fixed on mine as she ground her

forth, coaxing

But I felt... nothing.

Not even a twitch.

placed my hands on her hips—not forceful,

down at me,

should

up, thinking

asking her to come home

wanted her.

took one last gulp, swallowing the

get the

the music, the lights, the women—none of it

stumbled into my house—well,

Tina hovered.

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