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.

toast as I turned

me, gently pulling my hand from my mouth. “Let me see,” he murmured, his breath grazing my neck as he inspected the burn. His touch sent a shiver through me. He

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the sting of the burn–and his closeness. “I thought I’d make us breakfast.”

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

doesn’t eat breakfast?” I asked, glancing at

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

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

should help,” he said, his eyes briefly fixing on

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

to the kitchen island. “Sit

handled the situation, and began to eat. Gabriel, in the meantime,

after me,” I protested, standing to help, but he shook

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and a fitted polo. He looked sexy, and my eyes

session because sweat still dotted his skin. The mosept to sow firs the more I wanted to have him. I

house all alone?” I asked, pulling

small, sarcastic laugh. But I didn’t mind. I was getting used to

or bored?” I

a certain way, and my staff makes sure it stays that way,” he

I teased, glancing around at the perfectly organized living

eyes moving to my plate. “Are you done eating?” he asked,

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