All Chapters of Falling For My Ex's Dad: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Clairessa’s POVGabriel dragged me down the hallway, his grip tight around my arm, his anger radiating off him in waves. His fingers dug into my skin, but I stayed silent, resisting the urge to pull away. I didn’t want to make things worse, so I remained quiet. I’d only seen him this upset once before—back at the seminar when he saw me talking to Daniel. But this felt worse. His anger was directed at me, and it made me feel slightly afraid.When we reached his suite, he pushed me inside and slammed the door shut. He paced back and forth, his chest rising and falling as if he was trying to calm himself. Then he stopped, turning to face me, his eyes full of anger."You had no right to drag me out of dinner like that," I said, my own anger growing. I stood tall, refusing to let him intimidate me. "I’m not one of your possessions, Gabriel. This madness ends now."He didn’t seem to hear me. His voice was deep and cold. "I’m the only one who gives orders here," he growled. "Now tell me—why

Clairessa’s POVThe moment we dove into the water, I kicked off hard, determined to win. The cool water rushed over me as I pushed forward with strong, quick strokes. I could feel Daniel close behind me, his presence pushing me to try even harder. My arms cut through the water, and I kicked with all the energy I had, refusing to let him catch up.But Daniel was fast, too fast. His powerful strokes closed the gap between us. My arms cut through the water, and I kicked with all the energy I had, refusing to let him catch up.The edge of the pool came into view, and I gave one final, strong push, gliding forward with all my strength. My fingertips brushed the wall. I had won.Gasping for air, I turned to find Daniel grinning, just a second behind me. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with amusement, completely unfazed by his loss—if anything, he looked entertained, as if he’d let me win."I told you I was a pretty good swimmer," I gasped, still catching my breath

Gabriel’s POV Clairessa walked ahead of me, her towel wrapped tightly around her body. I followed, my jaw clenched, still fuming with anger from seeing Daniel too close to her, his hands helping her out of that dress. And then he had the audacity to tell me I had no right to control her. God! I should have punched that arrogant piss of shit and put him in his place. When we stopped in front of the elevator, she spun around to face me, fire burning in her eyes. "Mr. Storm," she vents. "This stops immediately. You don’t get to order me around." Her defiance only fueled my anger, but I kept it together. "Clairessa, you are not in a position to talk back," I shot back. My hands clenched at my sides as I fought to stay calm. She had no idea I was barely holding it together to avoid causing a scene. "You have twenty minutes to get dressed and show up in Sergio’s office." My tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. "The butler will show you the way." I turned to leave, desperate f

Clairessa’s POV “Let me help you,” I countered, regaining my stance as I took a cautious step toward forward. “Stop.” He shook his head. “There’s broken glass,” he muttered, his voice low as he pointed at the floor. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” I followed his gaze and looked down. That’s when I noticed a tray of glasses had shattered into pieces around his feet. He bent down clumsily, his movements sluggish as he tried to pick up the shards. Ignoring his warning, I carefully stepped around the glass and knelt in front of him. “Let me help,” I insisted, my hands already reaching for the broken pieces. “You never listen, do you?” he snapped, as his larger hands covered mine, pulling me to my feet. His grip was strong despite his clumsiness. He lifted me away from the broken pieces and set me down firmly at a safe distance. Once my feet were back on solid ground, I looked up at him. His eyes were glazed and dark. “When I give you an instruction, you bloody obey—no questions

Clairessa’s POV Gabriel kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against mine, claiming me completely. I felt a wave of sweet sensations course through me as I melted in his arms. His hand moved down my back, pulling me even closer as if he couldn’t stand the distance between us. I gasped softly as his hardened length pressed against my core. Heat pooled low in my belly, and my thoughts spiraled uncontrollably. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what it would feel like to have him inside me, moving, consuming me with pleasure. A shiver ran through me at the thought. Fuck…I wanted Gabriel Storm so much. But not like this. Not when he was drunk. “I’m not the girl you sleep with because you’re drunk and jealous,” I shot at him, forcefully breaking the kiss. My hands trembled as I shoved against his chest, trying to create space between us. I hoped my words would push him away, make him stop. But they didn’t. This was all I had wanted—the perfect setup for the reve