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.

dropping the toast as I turned to him,

the burn. His touch sent a shiver through me. He led me to the

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I stammered, trying to block out the sting of the burn–and his closeness. “I thought I’d make

breakfast,” he replied flatly, still focusing on

I asked, glancing at him

question. “Does it still hurt?” he asked, his voice

I admitted quietly, surprised by

a cabinet and pulling out a first–aid kit. He returned and carefully

his eyes briefly fixing on

my fingers countless times in the past, and Adrian had barely paid attention. Gabriel, however, seemed genuinely concerned.

“Sit and eat,” he commanded again, his tone leaving no room for

he had handled the situation, and began to eat. Gabriel, in the meantime, cleared the counter, cleaning up

Storm, you don’t have to clean up after me,” I protested, standing to help, but he shook his head.

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