Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 122: Invitation To Meet His Son Clairessa's POV The SUV pulled into the private entrance of Gabriel's Miami penthouse, my heart beating a little too fast as I stared up at the towering building. Was he home? Would I be walking into a confrontation? I turned to Dario, hoping for ssort of warning. He was already stepping out to open my door. "Is he home?" Dagave a curt nod. "Mr. Storm is waiting inside." Then, without another word, he opened the door for me. I sucked in a deep breath before making my way toward the private elevator. When the doors slid open, the penthouse greetedwith its usual quiet and dark ambiance. I hesitated before stepping forward, glancing around. I half expected Gabriel to be waiting in the living room, arms crossed, ready to interrogate me. But he wasn't there. Then, I heard it-his voice, deep and smooth, drifting from down the hall. Following the sound, I moved past the plush seating area, through the wide marble hallway, until I reached his office. The door was slightly ajar, a dim light spilling into the hallway. I peeked inside. Gabriel stood by the large window, phone pressed to his ear, his tall frrelaxed as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line. His gaze was fixed on the city view, the night lights reflecting in his dark eyes. And then, as if sensing me, his gaze shifted. The moment his eyes landed on mine, his entire face changed. His expression softened, the sternness in his features easing, and I could see the relief in his eyes. His lips moved, and though I didn't catch every word, I recognized enough Spanish to guess what he was saying. Hold on... Givea few minutes. Then, he turned his full attention to me. "Claire," he murmured, lowering his phone. I barely had tto react before he closed the distance between us. His large hand cupped the back of my head, his touch firm yet gentle as he pressed a lingering kiss onto my forehead. The unexpected tenderness made my heart melt completely into his warmth, aching for more. I waited for him to pull back and demand answers. But he didn't. His fingers traced down my arm, the rough drag of his skin against mine sending a shiver down my spine. His voice dropped, low and commanding. My lips parted, shocked. That was it? But I couldn't say a word as he flashedhis perfect teeth before returning to his call and continuing to speak. -I stepped into the bedroom, letting out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding back. Gabriel was right. I needed a cold shower to wash away the stress of the day. I reached behindto unzip my gown. It slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my feet. Stepping out of it, I made my way to the bathroom, stripping off my underwear along the way. The warm spray of the shower hit my skin, and I closed my eyes, letting the water wash away the tension of the day. I tried to clear my thoughts, but my mind kept circling back to Gabriel's reaction. I had expected anger. A fight, maybe even a lecture- demanding to know why I had ignored his calls, pressing for details about my whereabouts. But none of that happened. No frustration. No accusations. Instead, he had simply kissed my forehead and toldto shower. The unexpected tenderness unsettledmore than any confrontation would have. I shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing a plush towel from the rack. Wrapping it around my body, I strolled back into the bedroom. That's when I realized-I had nothing to wear. I chewed on my lip before turning toward the walk-in closet. Gabriel's closet. I had never really seen it, never snooped around, but tonight, I had no choice. The moment I stepped inside, I was hit by the scent of him-dark wood, expensive cologne, something purely Gabriel. His shirts were arranged neatly by color, crisp and pressed. His ties were lined up in perfect order, and his wristwatches were displayed like expensive trophies. His polished shoes sat on the shelves below. Everything about this space was controlled. Calculated. Organised. Just like him. His closet was the size of my entire apartment. And yet, I had never taken the tto look. I pulled open a drawer and inhaled the scent before picking up one of his shirts and sliding it over my body. The fabric was soft against my skin, the sleeves hanging long over my hands. "Fits you perfectly." I jumped, startled by the deep voice behind me. I spun around to find Gabriel leaning against the doorway, his dark eyes heavy-lidded, heated. I gasped. "I-" "How long have you been watching me?" I asked, feeling embarrassed that Gabriel had caughtsnooping and sniffing his shirt like a silly teenage girl. He smirked. "Long enough." Of course. Watchingwhen I wasn't aware seemed to be his thing. "Chere," he ordered. My legs simply obeyed, carryingtoward him until I was standing just inches away. His dark gaze swept over me, lingering on the oversized shirt draping my body. A spark of electricity shot through me. "Why didn't you take my calls or respond to my messages all day?" he asked, his fingers lifted, tracing the edge of the shirt draping over my thigh. I hesitated. "I... was busy with a project Sandy puton." He let out a low hum, his expression thoughtful. "I cby your office earlier, and you weren't there. Security informedyou were gone for quite stime." Hell... That was a stupid excuse. Of course Gabriel would check my office-he owned the company. Security surely reported to him. I swallowed. "Yeah... I also stepped out for lunch, and it took longer than expected." "Clairessa." His voice was calm but firm. A warning. Maybe. "I don't want you to think I'm trying to overly control your movements, but I like to be informed about your whereabouts. So I don't get worried. Is that okay? At least answer my calls or a simple text would do." I could see the genuine concern in his eyes. He wasn't just saying it to be possessive. He meant it. "I'm sorry, Gabriel," I whispered. "I'll do better next time." His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. "That's all right." He pulled back, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. My gaze fell to the exposed skin, his toned muscles flexing slightly. I was so lost in the sight of him that I almost didn't hear him speaking. "I wanted you to meet someone important today." His voice pulledout of my fantasizing haze. I blinked, forcing myself to focus. "I'm sorry, what?" He held my gaze, his expression turning serious. "I was going to introduce you to my son. Adrian. He cover for lunch, and I thought it would be good if you both met." My stomach dropped. My throat went dry. My son. The words echoed in my mind, panic rushing throughlike wildfire.

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