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.

sound came from the front of the

open. The shuffle of shoes.

Jane came rushing in.

voice already putting me

turned my heart

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

I pushed forward.

weight, trying to steady him.

friend. He, uh... got a

drunk, my ass...

slipping off Brian's shoulder.

got to be kidding me." My voice cracked with fury as I stared at the mess my

he slurred, flashing a

"Adrian, after everything that's happened today, you go and get wasted? Instead of thinking about your

sloppily around Brian's neck. "It's fine... just had a ...little...fun,

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

a hand. "Yeah, whatever. Just

Brian muttered, guiding Adrian down the

drunken finger hearts at me. "Dad... you're the best,” he slurred—and blew a sloppy

I nearly lost it.

and forced myself

minutes later, Brian came back, slightly out of breath. He held out his

home,"

Brian nodded

front door opened

and my

Clairessa.

jolted awake. Every suspicion snapped into

she was. Of course. Of course they had been out

the door

my eyes-God, my

black halter-neck dress that 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

man lose control without saying a word. She was the living proof

the hell are you coming from?" I bit out, struggling to keep my

barely glanced at me. "I turned

she kept walking past the living area

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

You didn't think

what I do? You and I barely exchange two words

midnight. And certainly not dressed

goddamn flimsy excuse for

glanced down like it was nothing. "What,

your thighs are

chin lifted, eyes cold. "I don't

would you even know what time

had the nerve to call all that

mouth went dry as my gaze flitted over her slender,

rising fast. No-don't look.

my gaze back

that happens under this roof. Especially when