Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 211: She's Mine, And No-one Else

Gabriel's POV

I'd been pacing back and forth across the living room like a lunatic, my fingers raking through my hair so much I could've torn it out.

It was past midnight. Adrian still wasn't home, but he wasn't the reason I was close to losing my mind.

Clairessa hadn't come back either.

No call. No text.

Not even a damn emoji.

I'd reached out all day-called, messaged. Nothing.

And of all the damn days she could disappear on me, it had to be today. It had to be this one.

The day I'd planned a grand surprise for her-just for her.

I'd been working on it for weeks. Quietly. Meticulously. Had people handling the details, making sure everything was ready. And today-of all days-it was finally done.

And the timing couldn't have been better.

She'd crushed the pitch on the Randolph Project-I watched her speak, command the room, leave everyone floored. Even Randolph himself, the CEO, looked at her like she was the best thing to happen to his company in a decade. I was so damn proud. So damn sure this was the moment.

And it just happened to line up with what I'd been putting together behind the scenes. Like fate had handed me the perfect setup.

I'd been waiting-excited even-for the look on her face when I showed her.

But I was sure she turned the damn phone off on purpose. That this- disappearing was her way of shutting me out after I told her I missed her, and she flung it back in my face like it meant nothing.

I knew I hurt her. I knew I didn't choose her when she begged me to. But it wasn't that simple.

She forced me into this crossfire. She came after me, knowing I was her ex's father. Lied. Hid the truth.

And now-I was in love with her. And fuck, my son was too.

She wanted me to choose.

And I did.

I chose to be a father.

Because that's what a man does-he sacrifices. Even if it guts him.

And now here I was, unable to shake the threats she hurled like a knife to the chest.

"I'd screw him if I had to."

My mind twisted it, replayed it, turned it into something darker-until I was

standing inside a fantasy I never asked for. Her body pressed against Adrian's, her fingers gliding over his chest like they used to over mine, her mouth parting as he-

Fuck.

I forced the thought away. I couldn't take it. It felt like my lungs were caving in.

from the universe-a sound came from the front of

The shuffle of shoes. I turned

Jane came rushing in.

said, breathless, her voice already putting me on edge. "Adrian's

turned my heart was

didn't recognize, struggling to keep Adrian upright. Adrian hung off his shoulder, limp and clearly out

I pushed forward.

guy shifted Adrian's weight, trying to

uh... got a little too drunk at the

drunk, my ass... The kid

his arm slipping off Brian's shoulder.

with fury as I stared at the

open. “Daaaad,” he slurred, flashing a lazy

you go and get wasted? Instead of thinking about

"It's fine...

back a string of curses. "He's such a disappointment." Jane stepped in gently. "Mr. Storm, maybe we should just get him to bed and let him sleep it off. You can talk with him in the morning, when

waved a hand. "Yeah, whatever. Just get

on," Brian muttered, guiding Adrian down the hallway

me. "Dad... you're the best,”

I nearly lost it.

and forced myself to

slightly out of breath. He held

for bringing my son home,"

Brian nodded

the front

and my whole

Clairessa.

I'd been jolted

Of course they had been out

the door clicking

eyes-God, my eyes-burned into

thighs and molding to every curve like it had been poured onto her. The neckline plunged low, revealing the smooth

makeup was dark, sultry-seductive enough to make a man lose control without saying a word. She was the living proof of every damn thought

are you coming from?" I bit out, struggling to keep my anger in check. "And what

glanced at me.

kept walking past the living area toward the

dry, bitter laugh. "You've got to be kidding me. You turned

No calls? You didn't think

flat. "Since when do you care what I do? You and I barely exchange two words in this house. We're strangers. So why the sudden

midnight. And certainly not dressed like

goddamn flimsy excuse for a

down like it was nothing.

thighs are on full

eyes

wrong with showing a little skin. And how would you even know what time I come home-or what I usually wear? You're never around to see

nerve to call all

went dry as my gaze flitted

rising fast. No-don't look.

mistake. I forced my gaze

everything that happens under this roof. Especially when it