Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 185: We Never Stood A Chance

Gabriel's POV

She was still standing there-fuming, heartbroken, stubborn as ever-and I couldn't even look at her without feeling like I was splitting in two.

This wasn't how I wanted things to go. I didn't wake up thinking I'd be the man pushing her into some twisted compromise. I never planned to dangle her dream in front of her like bait just to get her to do my bidding.

When she made it clear she didn't want this-when I saw how much she hated the deal, hated what I was asking-it made everything inside me burn.

But I had to. Because love didn't always look like roses and promises-it looked like sacrifice. Like doing the unthinkable to protect what little we had left.

She had no idea what it was costing me to sit there and play the villain.

God, I wished she understood. None of this was easy for me. Not one damn second of it.

My voice dropped. "How do I tell him that the woman he loves is also the woman I'm in love with? That I've already had her?"

The disbelief on her face was raw. "So what-you're choosing him over me? Just like that?"

"You think this doesn't hurt me?" My voice came out hoarse. "You think your heart's the only one breaking?"

She flinched, but her tone hardened. "It is, Gabriel. Because you're making the choice so damn easily. You're choosing him over us-over everything we were."

She didn't get it. This wasn't a decision. It was a slow, merciless undoing.

"It's not even about choosing," I muttered, almost to myself. "It's a mess neither of us knows how to fix."

She leaned across my desk, her face inches from mine, her breath warm against my skin.

I dragged in a tight, torturous breath. She was too close. Close enough to see the faint dark circles under her eyes-proof she hadn't been sleeping well.

Her hair was pulled back in a bun, sleek and intentional, drawing attention to the soft features of her face.

Her lips looked wet, like she'd just applied gloss. Parted slightly. Tempting.

God.

She was still the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

My body reacted before I could stop it—she always knew how to pull that out of me. It was like she didn't even have to try.

The way she moved, the way she looked at me... she awakened something I never could quite control.

"This is what you want?" she whispered, low and taunting. "For me to run back to Adrian? Seduce him... the way I seduced you?"

Her mouth brushed the edge of my jaw. My body tightened.

Be his

jealousy, frustration, and an ache to be buried so deep inside her she'd never forget the way I made her feel... to fill

provoke me, and it was working. The image of her in Adrian's arms—his lips on her skin, his hands where only mine belonged—it made me want to destroy

"That's what you want, right? Keep him in

kiss her until she was breathless-I wanted to bend her over this desk and remind her exactly who she belonged to. No one

my app. And in return, I get your son

myself to nod, even as my heart screamed no. Every twisted word she'd just spoken replayed in my mind, tormenting me. I wanted to tear the contract in half, call the whole thing off-but

Clairessa. If it were any other man, it would've been a bloodbath. But not my

never forgive me. I'd lose him. And I couldn't destroy what little we had

it. You want business, no emotions? Then that's what you'll get. Cold. Professional." She reached for a

hand shot out

a second, we

our breathing filling the

yet." I closed

your lawyer

flash of disappointment crossed her face. "I'll have her look it over. I'll

to leave but paused at the door, glancing over her shoulder with a slight tilt

voice carried a daring undertone. "And Gabriel? Don't forget-you asked

My heart clenched.

called out, voice low, raw. "The moment you dated my son... we never stood a

both already knew how that sentence

chance.

crashed over me-rage, heartbreak,

I grunted, shoving

it slammed against

toward the

it held some

it didn't.

hell had I

my fists, pressing them to the cold glass, staring out

could somehow will

Clairessa-my Clairessa-to my son like she was a

role he didn't even want? In a company I

all

as his father? Or was I just too much

I dragged a hand down my face, the weight

so hard against my ribs it felt like

she asked if she didn't matter. The brokenness in her eyes when she begged me to fight for us-but I

her. sŵnovel

what she could do with Adrian, how

felt like a knife twisting deep in

on hers? His hands on her body? Making her moan the