Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 24: Getting To Know Him

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 24: Getting To Know Him

My eyes shot open. I stretched slowly beneath the duvet before reaching for my phone and glancing at the screen. It was past ten. I’d slept in longer than planned, but I had no one to blame but myself. Most of the night had been spent tossing and turning, restless and frustrated by the memory of Gabriel turning me down yet again. Keeping up this bad–girl act was draining, and I couldn’t help but wonder if revenge was worth all this effort.

Men like Gabriel had been with countless women–elegant, experienced women who were probably far sexier than I was. It was clear I wasn’t his type. Still, as much as I told myself to give up, I knew I couldn’t. He consumed my thoughts.

I shook my head, trying to clear it as I rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom. Staring at my reflection, I sighed, then brushed my teeth and splashed cold water on my face to shake off the remnants of sleep.

“You can do this,” I whispered to my reflection. With one final glance, I stepped out of my room and passed by Gabriel’s door. I hesitated, but curiosity got the better of me. Knocking softly, I waited, but there was no response.

I pushed the door open and poked my head in.

“Mr. Storm?” I called out quietly. No answer.

The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a golden glow over the room. It was much bigger than mine, but what struck me most was how dark and pristine everything was–just like him. The bed was perfectly made, the sleek furniture arranged meticulously. The whole space felt controlled, as though Gabriel didn’t allow even the slightest imperfection.

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A chill ran down my spine at the thought of being caught snooping. I quickly slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

The rest of the house was stunning, with vast windows offering a breathtaking view of the city. Every piece of furniture and decor spoke of wealth and luxury. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen.

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As I wandered down the hallway, a wall of photographs caught my attention. One in particular made me pause–a younger Gabriel, looking innocent, his eyes soft and free of the coldness I’d come to associate with him. My fingers brushed over the frame. He had always been handsome.

The next photo showed Gabriel holding a young boy–Adrian. They were at what seemed to be a birthday party, both smiling warmly. They looked happy, close even. Seeing this side of Gabriel–human and caring–took me by surprise.

Adrian had always admired his father, despite feeling like he couldn’t live up to his success. The photo made me question everything. Gabriel had no idea I was Adrian’s ex, and I intended to keep it that way. But now, just as I was nearing my goal, doubts began creeping in.

My stomach growled, pulling me from my thoughts. I made my way to the kitchen, marveling at the expansive cabinets and fully stocked fridge. I decided to make something simple–eggs and toast. Within minutes, I had two plates ready, hoping Gabriel would return soon.

As the toast popped from the toaster, a voice startled me, making me jump and burn my fingers on the hot metal.

“What are you doing?” Gabriel’s deep voice cut through the silence.

the toast as I turned to

as he inspected the burn. His touch sent a shiver through me. He led me

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he replied flatly, still focusing on my fingers, now red from

eat breakfast?” I asked, glancing at him in

hurt?” he asked,

little,” I admitted quietly, surprised by

he ordered, walking to a cabinet and pulling out a first–aid kit. He returned and carefully applied ointment to my fingers before bandaging them. His touch

help,” he said, his

the shift in his demeanor. Gabriel’s kindness toward such a small injury was unexpected. I had burned my fingers countless times in the past, and Adrian had barely paid attention. Gabriel, however, seemed genuinely concerned. It stirred something inside me–something I hadn’t expected to feel for

the kitchen island. “Sit and eat,” he commanded

to eat. Gabriel, in

clean up after me,” I protested, standing to help, but

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replied with a small, sarcastic laugh. But I didn’t mind. I was getting used

get lonely or bored?” I asked again, curious.

like things a certain way, and my staff makes

I guess you’re a neat freak,” I teased, glancing around at the perfectly organized living room.

me, his eyes moving to my plate. “Are you done eating?” he asked, noticing it was empty but still waiting for my approval before

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