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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“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.

with you?” he asked, his frustration evident. I knew I had to

to me, and

your things. We’re

not done with the task. It will still take me some time.”

at home. We’re leaving now,” he said, his tone even

when I saw his face harden. It was clear he didn’t want another

waiting,” he ordered as he

the way he treats me, but I didn’t. Instead, I wanted him. This was beginning

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intended to use it to my

in his car, though there was a considerable distance between us. He felt so

more of the tender man I’d seen at the hotel, but that part of him seemed completely gone. Throughout the

the subtle tension in the car as I faced

looking up

you something,

ahead. We both know you’re going to,” he retorted, his

ignored his snarky remark and asked my question. “Why don’t you want to talk about that night? Didn’t it mean anything to you?”

smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Why should it?” he replied coldly,

screen.

said, my tone irritated. “I guess kissing random drunk women at clubs is your thing. That’s why it doesn’t matter to

face me, his gaze intense

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about you. Do you go to the club begging random men to sleep with you? What does that say about

insinuating that I was a…

it,” he continued coldly, “I’m doing you a favor by choosing not to talk about how you cheaply threw yourself at a man you had never met before.” His eyes stayed on me

surged 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

brows furrowed, his