Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Gabriel's POV Chapter 65: Hung Over 18%! I woke up with a splitting headache, the kind that felt like someone was driving nails into my skull. My eyes shot open, and for a moment, I stared at the dark ceiling, trying to piece together where I was. The room was dim, the blinds still closed, My eyes shut again as the pain intensified. The memory of how much I had to drink last night hitlike a moving train.

Groaning, I rubbed my temples, trying to will the ache away. Slowly, I pushed myself up on the bed, but every part of my body ached. With a frustrated sigh, I slumped back down onto the bed.

Then it hit me.

Flashes of the night before crushing back, vivid and unapologetic.

Clairessa.

I saw her lips on mine, the way they molded toso perfectly, her soft moans echoing in my ears. My hands on her body, tracing every curve, her skin soft and warm under my touch.

I clenched my jaw as the memories kept coming. I'd kissed her like a man possessed, poured all my ernotions into every stroke of my tongue, every desperate movement of my hands. I could still feel her body pressed against mine, the way her scent surrounded me, intoxicating and drawingin.

Heat surged throughand my cock hardened almost instantly as the images bectoo vivid-her 1/6 1738 Thu, 20 Feb Chapter 65: Hung Over ☐, 10% soft whimpers, the way her hips shifted toward mine, her hands clutching atas if she neededjust as badly as I needed her.

I,squeezed my eyes shut, willing the thoughts away, but it was no use. The throbbing arousal between my legs was relentless, and I cursed under my breath. I ached to bury myself inside her, to claim her, to hear her scream my nagain and again.

But I shoved the thoughts away, forcing myself to focus. What the hell was I doing? I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated with myself. This wasn't helping. None of it was helping.

Then, more memories cflooding in.

I had confessed everything. Every damn thing. I told her I couldn't be with anyone else, that I was made for her, that she consumed my every thought.

"Damn it," I muttered. What the hell had I done? I glanced around the dim room in search of her but she wasn't here. Of course, she wasn't. Why would she stay after how I acted? Shwashed over me. I'd let myself lose control, let jealousy and whiskey turninto someone I didn't even recognize. I'd broken my own rules-rules that had keptsafe for years. I'd poured out my feelings like a fool. And now? I'd probably scared her off for good.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, trying to push myself up. The pounding in my head madewince, but I forced myself to move. I needed to clear my head, to figure out how to fix this-if it could even be fixed.

As I stood, I glanced down and realized I was in nothing but my briefs. My clothes were folded neatly in the corner. My chest tightened as memories of how she undressedcflooding back.

O 2/6 Thu, 20 Feb Chapter 65: Hung Over 18% I saw myself sagging against her. I remembered her hands on me, undressingcarefully, her touch gentle despite my inexcusable behaviour.

I'd passed out on her like spathetic drunk.

"Damn it," I cursed again, louder this time, dragging my hand down my face.

mess.

God, she must think I'm pathetic. A grown man who comes back drunk, leaving her to clean up after his I never let anyone seevulnerable. I had built walls around myself, walls no one was allowed to climb. And yet, I had let Clairessa seelike this-a drunken, emotional wreck. She had seen the side ofI kept hidden from the world.

I was lost in my thoughts, the regret eating at me, when a loud knock on the door broke through my thoughts. "Hold on!" I barked, more out of frustration than anything else.

The sheets slid down my body as I sat up straighter, and my arousal from earlier straining against my briefs. The memories had lefthard and aching, my body still craving her even as my mind screamed atto stop. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to focus, but the pressure was unbearable I pushed myself off the bed sluggishly, every muscle in my body aching. The knocks at the door grew louder and more insistent. I hurried as much as I could, hoping it wasn't her. I wasn't ready to face her, not like this.

Clairessa worked for me. She was younger than me. I'd told myself nothing could happen between us. I'd ended whatever was building between us for a reason.

3/6 17:38 Thu, 20 Feb Chapter 65: Hung Over And now I'd completely wrecked it.

When I opened the door, I was thankful it wasn't Clairessa- rather it was Sergio.

10% He looked like his usual put-together self, with a confident grin plastered on his face. But his smile faded as he took one look at me.

"Gabe! You look like hell. What the fuck happened to you?" he scolded, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation.

I winced at his loud voice, clutching my head. "Sergio, morning to you too," I muttered, my voice groggy and strained.

Serraised an eyebrow, looking atup and down. "Gabriel Storm, just getting out of bed by past eleven? Looking like he was hit by a bus? That's a sight I never thought I'd see," he teased, shutting the door behind him. "Yeah, yeah. Have your fun," I grumbled, shuffling back toward the bed. Every step felt like a struggle, my body heavy and uncooperative.

Before I could collapse onto the mattress, Serwalked over to the windows and yanked the blinds open. The sunlight poured in, and I flinched, turning away. "What the hell, Sergio? I was about to go back to sleep," I groaned.

"Quit whining like a teenager boy," he chided, his tone clearly irritated. “You've been through worse nights than the one you had. Now get up, take a shower, and get dressed. We're going down for breakfast." "I'll pass," I muttered, waving him off and burying my face in the pillow. "Just leavealone." O 4/6 O 1738 Thu 20reo Chapter 65: Hung Over Serwasn't having it. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at me.

"Fuck off, Sergio," I shot back, my voice muffled.

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"Nope," he retorted, grabbing another pillow and launching it at me. "You're not getting out of this. We have m ve things to talk about. You've got twenty minutes to shower and get dressed, or I'm dragging your sorry ass down myself." I rolled over, glaring at him. "I don't care what you have to say. Just go away." Then I heard it. The annoying sound of a camera shutter.

My blood ran cold as I turned to see him grinning, his phone in hand.

"Don't even think about it," I growled, as I swung my legs off the bed.

"Oh, it's already done,” he replied smugly. “Either you're downstairs in twenty minutes, or I'm sending this picture to the Gemia Group." "You wouldn't fucking dare," I warned, standing up quickly despite the pounding in my head.

"Try me," he shot back, and with that, he bolted out the door, leavingcursing behind him.

As the door slammed shut, I let out a long, frustrated sigh. Serwas right. I needed to get my shit wasn together. This wasn't me. I was losing control of my emotions, letting them spill into every part of my life.

516 17:38 Thu, 20 Feb Chapter 65: Hung Over 18% Dragging myself to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face and stepped into the shower. The icy spray helped clear my head a little, but the regret still tortured me.

After drying off, I threw on a pair of grey slacks and a crisp white shirt. I ran my hand through my damp hair, glanding at myself in the mirror. I looked better than I felt, but I wasn't fooling anyone. 1738 Thu, 20 Feb Chapter 66: Reminiscing On The Past Gabriel's POV