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.

universe-a sound came from the front of the house.

pushed open. The shuffle of shoes. I turned

Jane came rushing in.

voice already putting me on edge.

turned my

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

on earth..." I pushed forward.

shifted Adrian's weight, trying to steady

uh... got a little

little drunk, my ass... The

arm slipping off

fury

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

everything that's happened today, you

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

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

hand. "Yeah, whatever. Just

guiding Adrian down the

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

I nearly lost it.

I exhaled hard and forced myself to

back, slightly out of breath. He held out his

my son home,"

sir." Brian

the front door

my whole

Clairessa.

like I'd been jolted awake. Every suspicion snapped

Of course. Of course they

into the light, the door clicking shut

my eyes-burned into

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 house. It was for

man lose control without saying a word. She was the living proof of every damn thought that had tormented

struggling to keep my

me.

past the living area toward

blinked. Let out a dry, bitter laugh. "You've got to be

No calls? You

me, expression 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 fuss?"

after midnight.

her-that goddamn flimsy excuse

glanced down like it was

That. Half your thighs are on

chin lifted, eyes

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

nerve to call all

as my gaze

rising fast. No-don't look.

my gaze back up to

happens under this roof. Especially when it concerns