Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Gabriel’s POV

Chapter 22: Claiming Her

The heavy bass of the music thudded through my chest as I stormed over to the bar area. My vision. narrowed until the only person I could see was Clairessa in some strange man’s grasp, fueling my anger.

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I reached them in seconds, shoving the man back with a force that sent him stumbling. “Touch her again, and you’ll regret it,” I threatened in a firm, intimidating tone.

Before Clairessa could react, I grabbed her wrist and hoisted her over my shoulder. Her yelps of protest were drowned out by the loud music and the cheering crowd, who seemed to think we were putting on some sort of show.

The man she’d been flirting with stepped forward, his stance bold, but a single deadly look from me made him falter. “She’s mine,” I growled, my tone making it clear he didn’t stand a chance.

The man raised his hands in surrender, muttering something about not wanting trouble before disappearing into the crowd.

As I carried her out of the club, her dress shifted, exposing more skin than I was comfortable with anyone else seeing. I tugged the hem of her gown down in an effort to cover her, but her squirming only made it worse, revealing even more flesh.

My possessiveness flared. Her body was for my eyes only.

When her wriggling didn’t stop, I gave her a firm spank on her round, enticing backside.

“Ouch!” she yelped, half–teasing, half–giggling. “Why did you do that?”

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“If you’d stop wriggling like a schoolgirl, I wouldn’t have had to.”

“Wait a minute, Mr. Storm. Is that what you’re into? Should I call you Professor now?” she teased, laughing as she squirmed, her legs kicking lightly.

I gritted my teeth, fighting to suppress the effect her words had on me. Thankfully, we reached the car. Dario stood by the open door, clearly fighting to keep his expression neutral. Ignoring her protests, I set her down inside the car, then slid in beside her.

“You’re out of control,” she fumed, shoving at my chest. “You don’t own me!”

At first, I didn’t respond, letting her vent, but when her shoving persisted, I turned to her. My gaze was sharp and commanding, freezing her mid–motion. “Throw another tantrum, and you’ll regret it,” I warned.

Instantly her defiance melted into vulnerability. “Why do you care?” she asked, her voice softer now. “It’s not like I matter to you.”

I sighed, leaning back against the leather seat. If only she knew how much her presence disrupted my carefully controlled life. “You shouldn’t share your body with just any man.”

She fell silent, retreating to the other side of the seat. Her arms crossed defensively, but the moment didn’t last. “You’re right,” she admitted softly, her voice fragile. “My ex cheated on me… and I just want to forget everything, but I can’t. The pain… it’s still so raw.”

woman I was used to seeing was gone, replaced by someone raw and real. “I’m sorry about

me all day?” she asked, pulling out her phone and scrolling through her messages, stopping on one from

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under, ‘Cheating

had a sense

this away for now.” I reached for her phone and placed it inside my

do men always ruin everything?” she muttered. “Why can’t they just be satisfied

women can both hurt each other. It’s not always just the men. But when it happens, you

You’ve never been hurt like that,” she scoffed. “Not everyone’s as cold–hearted as you. Some of us want to love

hit harder than she

betrayal that turned me into the man I am today. I once believed in love, but it nearly destroyed me. Angelique had shattered my belief in love, leaving me determined never to let anyone close again. But Clairessa was pulling me toward dangerous territory, and I couldn’t allow

choice. You have to let him go,” I said, trying

away from the heartbreak she clung to. “But he’s made his choice. You

trying to convince her–and maybe myself–that she didn’t need to lower herself like that. But watching her

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and no one bats an eye. But when a

called a whore.”

never said that,” I replied, growing impatient. She was twisting my

time. Don’t

not denying anything,” I retorted, trying to stay calm, knowing she

act like you’re better than the women you sleep with. But

me to the jek who betrayed her. Though guilt swirled inside me for speaking to her in such a condescending manner the last time.

her pain onto

to stop? What would you do? Punish me?” she whispered, her

for her defiance, for the way she challenged me at every turn. Though beneath her wild girl exterior,

your house,” I said, desperate to shift the conversation and suppress my

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home,” she sighed. “Jess has friends over. She asked me

I asked, latching onto the

“Yes, that Jess.”

your

she uses it for her parties. Not

you loved the late night

lot you don’t know about me,” she murmured, as I signaled Dario

penthouse, we drove into the underground garage. Clairessa shifted in the backseat, lifting her head slightly as I offered my