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.

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

door pushed open. The shuffle of

Jane came rushing in.

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

my

recognize, struggling to keep Adrian upright. Adrian hung off his shoulder,

earth..." I pushed forward. "Is

Adrian's weight, trying to steady him.

He, uh... got a little too

drunk, my ass...

groaned, his arm slipping off

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

eyes barely open. “Daaaad,” he slurred,

"Adrian, after everything that's happened today, you go

one arm thrown sloppily around Brian's neck. "It's

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

a hand. "Yeah, whatever. Just get him out

guiding Adrian

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

I nearly lost it.

exhaled hard and forced myself

slightly

my son home,"

Brian

front door opened

and my whole

Clairessa.

I'd been jolted awake.

course. Of course they had

into the light, the door clicking shut behind

eyes-God, my eyes-burned into

wore a 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

makeup was dark, sultry-seductive enough to make a man lose control without saying a word. She

from?" I bit out, struggling to keep my anger in check.

me. "I

walking past the living

"You've got to

calls? You didn't

stopped halfway up, finally facing me, expression flat. "Since when do you care what I do? You and I barely exchange

after midnight. And

goddamn flimsy excuse

down like it was

your thighs are

chin lifted, eyes cold. "I don't

wrong with showing a little skin. And how would you even know what

nerve to call all that thigh

mouth went dry as my gaze flitted over her slender, caramel-smooth legs,

rising fast. No-don't look.

my gaze back up

this roof.