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.

me, like she'd just spotted her

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

familiar face. A reliable

give them

a damn. Because I

it from here,” Tina said, flashing the girls

waved her hand dismissively and slid

but scattered with practiced grace, already searching

mark.

while,” she murmured, tilting her head

brushed my jaw.

maybe the familiarity of her face—and

pull

thought I'd find you here at The Cave,” she

“This place isn't really your scene. I remember you used to call it

too much chaos for the great

voice rough. “But sometimes a man

remember who the

she whispered, her eyes burning with

woman to remind

waiting for me

muttered, sliding a

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

legs over mine.

tonight,” she purred, tilting her

inching toward mine.

at her lips, knowing she

I wanted to want it. Hell, I tried to

But I couldn't.

pulled back with a sigh, frustrated more

more drinks.”

it gave

off the heaviness and force myself

mood.

waitress. Tina ordered champagne. I stuck

scotch.

wasted no time.

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

drawing me

everything right—perfectly choreographed seduction. But

a man trapped behind

back, laughing, hands in the air, her

kind of move that

other man weak.

close again, whispering something slurred in my ear

you what you've been

she moved 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

down at me,

should leave,”

lit up,

she didn't realize—I wasn't asking her to come home with me because

wanted her.

swallowing the entire drink in

wanted to get the hell out of

music, the lights, the

into my

hovered. Her

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