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.

some sick joke from the universe-a sound came from

pushed open. The shuffle of

Jane came rushing in.

already putting

turned my heart

man I didn't recognize, struggling to keep Adrian upright. Adrian hung off his shoulder,

earth..." I pushed forward.

Adrian's weight, trying to steady

got a

little drunk, my ass...

slipping

me." My voice cracked with fury as I

open. “Daaaad,” he slurred, flashing a

after everything that's happened today, you go and get

sloppily around Brian's neck. "It's fine...

glare, biting 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

whatever. Just get him out of my

on," Brian muttered, guiding Adrian down the

"Dad... you're the best,”

I nearly lost it.

I exhaled hard and

slightly out of

my son home," I said

Brian nodded and

front

my whole body

Clairessa.

jolted awake. Every suspicion snapped into sudden

Of course. Of course they

light, the door clicking

my

clung tightly to her frame, skimming her thighs and molding to every curve like it had been poured onto her. The neckline plunged low, revealing the smooth swell of her breasts-just barely covered. That much skin had no business being seen outside this

lose control without saying a word. She was the living proof of every damn

struggling to keep my anger

at me.

past the living

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

No calls? You didn't

finally facing me, expression flat. "Since when do you care what I do? You and I

never come home after midnight. And

at her-that goddamn flimsy excuse for

it

Half your thighs

lifted, eyes cold. "I

And how would you even know what time I come home-or what I

the nerve to call all that

as my gaze

rising fast. No-don't look.

was a mistake. I forced my gaze back up to

under this roof. Especially