Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 20:1 Refuse To Be Broken

*I was deep into my work when a familiar, stern voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“What are you still doing here?”

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I nearly lost my balance in my seat from the shock of seeing him in my office. I never expected him to check in on me–twice in one day. Did that mean he was interested in me? It was unlike the CEO to walk into someone’s office more than once, let alone just to check on them.

A soft smile crossed my lips as my eyes shamelessly roamed over his broad, muscular frame. He looked effortlessly handsome in his tailored gray suit pants and crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone, giving a teasing glimpse of his toned chest. The fabric clung to every inch of his body making it nearly impossible to look away.

“Clairessa? Clairessa?”

I was so lost staring at him, I hadn’t even noticed he was calling my name. Heat rose to my cheeks as I realized,

“Mr. Storm…” I finally managed to stammer, feeling slightly embarrassed that I’d been caught staring.

“Clairessa, you seem distracted with something else… he snapped, his gaze focused on me. When I’m standing right in front of you.”

“I’m not distracted, sir… I’m just… tired,” I lied, faking a yawn.

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Chapter 20:1 Refuse To Be Broken

“Then why are you still working this late? It’s past 9pm and I’m certain most of the staff have gone home. His eyes briefly scanned the office corridor. It looks like you’re the only one left.”

“Well, Mr. Storm,” I said, rising from my seat. “My boss gave me this massive workload that I have to finish by the end of the day if I want to avoid his wrath…” My tone was sarcastic,

“Don’t play with me, Clairessa,” he warned, his eyes narrowing.

“If only I could…” I mumbled before I could stop myself, realizing I’d let my thoughts slip out.

what the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, his frustration evident.

the first task you’ve assigned to me,

your things. We’re leaving.”

Storm… I’m not done with the task. It will still take

do it at home. We’re leaving now,” he

his face harden. It was

waiting,” he ordered

should hate him for the way he treats me, but I didn’t. Instead, I wanted him. This was beginning to feel like a game

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Me, 11 Feb

0.

To Be

to use it

felt so close, yet so far. I wanted to break the silence, to get to know him.

of him seemed completely gone. Throughout the drive, his eyes were fixed on his iPad. It was clear he was still working. I wondered how much of a workaholic he really was.

the subtle tension in the car as

he replied, not even looking up from his

I ask you something, sir?”

you’re going to,”

my question. “Why don’t you want

should it?” he replied coldly, his eyes still locked on

screen.

random drunk women at clubs is your thing.

He turned to face me, his gaze intense as he stared

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13:43

Feb M

Refuse To Be

Do you go to the club begging random men

me to my core. Was he really insinuating that I was

coldly, “I’m doing you a favor by choosing not to talk about how you cheaply threw yourself

through me, and before I could stop myself, I shot back. “Mr. Storm, as far as I remember, you didn’t object to my request. In fact, you were eager–more than eager–to kiss and touch every inch of my skin. Don’t you dare try to shame me for something we

furrowed, his