Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 13: Dinner With The Investors

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The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open to reveal Clairessa Hartwood. My breath caught as she stepped out, dressed in a red flowing dress with a slit that stopped just above her thighs, exposing her slender caramel skin. God, she was stunning. My chest tightened as I took in her frame. Her hair was straightened this time, flowing around her shoulders, and her lips were painted a deep, inviting red. She was beautiful, and every part of her presence drew me in, capturing my attention in more ways than I wanted to admit.

She flashed me a soft smile before walking toward me, her confidence radiant. “Mr. Storm,” she greeted, her voice warm and inviting.

“Miss Hartwood, please follow me,” I said, leading her down the hall. We stopped before a door, and for a moment, we stood there, simply staring at each other. I could see the tension building in her, and for some reason, I felt the need to ease it.

“Miss Hartwood,” I finally spoke, my voice a touch softer, “behind this door are four powerful men who are, potential investors I’d like us to partner with in funding your Hart app. I need you to bring your A–game and show them why the Hart app is the next big thing in the business world.”

She nodded, but I noticed the way her expression shifted. It was clear she was nervous. Without thinking, I reached out and held her hands, feeling her muscles tense under my touch. “You can do this,” I said, meeting her eyes, wanting to encourage her before letting go of her hands.

I pushed open the door and led her into the room where the investors were already seated. “Good evening, everyone,” I greeted, my voice cordial.

“Gabriel,” Marco said as he rose to shake my hand, his smile as slick as ever.

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“It’s good to see you all doing well,” I replied, glancing around at each of them before my eyes inevitably fixed on Clairessa. “Everyone, meet Clairessa Hartwood,” I introduced, giving her a brief smile as I took her hand. She looked at me, surprised, as though she hadn’t expected this side of me. I led her to the guests, introducing her one by one.

“Meet Dale,” I said as they exchanged pleasantries.

“In the middle is Rodger,” I continued, watching them shake hands.

Finally, I introduced her to Marco. He immediately stretched out his hand to take hers, his eyes gleaming with an interest that irritated me.

a beauty,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on her hand.

soft smile. But I noticed the way he held onto her hand a little too long, and it took everything in me not to shove his

surge of anger. I knew exactly

I directed everyone to the table. But before I could pull out Clairessa’s seat, Marco hastily did it, annoying me further. I bit back my frustration and sat down, determined not to let

have her moment–it was her idea, after all. I hadn’t informed her ahead of time, deliberately testing her knowledge and readiness

going to revolutionize the business world,” I said, glancing at her. “And it would be great

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would love for Clairessa to tell us why this app is worth investing millions of dollars in.”

them,” I urged as I

be seated amongst great men who understand the value of investing in the future. The Hart app is more than just an app; it’s a software designed to assist businesses in…” She described her vision in detail, her passion evident in every word.

voice. “But I have my reservations.” He leaned back, studying her. “I’ll

to the future,”

pull toward her. I watched, completely taken by her,

called, pulling me out of my thoughts as he rose from his seat. “A word?” he murmured. I looked at Clairessa

told her,

app and software

frustration evident. “You told me

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placate me, “I know what I said. It’s just that I found

sorry to hear about that,” I replied, disappointed but understanding. “Is there anything

though his tone wasn’t too certain. “I will

alright, Rodger,” I said, my eyes drifting back to Clairessa, who was now engaged in conversation with Marco, laughing softly as they spoke. My tension rose. In the past, Marco had been known

I muttered as I marched back to the

time.”

I’m afraid we have to leave. We’ll