Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 29:1 Hate That I’m Falling For You

Clairessa’s POV

As I walked into my apartment, I was fuming with rage. Gabriel had pushed me to my limits. I wanted to hate him, to dismiss him as just another problem. But deep down, I couldn’t deny it–I wanted him.

No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I wanted him. My fingers traced my lips where he had kissed me, and I held his shirt close, letting his scent fill my senses. I could still feel his touch on my skin. Pressing a hand against my chest, I tried to steady myself.

“Get a hold of yourself, Clairessa,” I scolded myself. This was supposed to be about revenge, not losing control over him. Gabriel’s jealous fit over my lunch with Daniel was infuriating. Instead of talking to me about his feelings, he used my attraction towards him to coerce me into obeying his bloody rules.

He had no right to demand I never see Daniel again, even though I never planned to. Who was Daniel to him? Why did Gabriel care so much about a simple lunch date? His reaction at the restaurant had shown there was something deeper–a hidden grudge. His angry eyes and possessive behavior made it clear he thought of me as his property. Someone he could order around.

Gabriel had kissed me and almost taken things further. It was obvious he felt something too, but he was holding back. I hated myself for giving in so easily and letting him use me in his petty, egotistical game. But I was determined to be the one in control, not Gabriel Storm.

Or maybe I was fooling myself. How could I compete with someone like Gabriel, who was used to being with the most beautiful and sophisticated women? Then there was me–plain Clairessa, caught in a mess I wasn’t sure I could handle.

I fell onto my bed, feeling defeated, but the constant ringing of my phone dragged me back to reality. Without checking the caller ID, I answered, hoping for a distraction.

“Claire… baby… you finally answered.”

The voice was unmistakably Adrian’s. My anger rose immediately.

“Don’t ever call me ‘baby‘ again,” I snapped. “We both know you have plenty of them.” I was about to hang up, but the desperation in his voice stopped me.

“Claire, please don’t hang up,” Adrian begged. The urgency in his voice made me pause.

“What do you want, Adrian?”

“I just want to talk. That’s all.”

about what? We’ve broken up. You can be with Nicole and your other women,” I shot back.

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for how I hurt you I just want a chance

late, Adrian. You should move on. I

please. I want you. I love you” he said, sounding since.

so bensines something in me. I wanted to believe he had

If you want to

with Gabriel. I needed to see Adrian and

hurt me.

I feel

“Thank you, baby.”

tone sharp. “Il text you when I’m

unsure if I had made the right choice. Things with Gabriel were already so confusing and now Adrian was back in the picture. Could I forgive Adrian?

me from my thoughts. I opened the door to

he asked, waiting for me to sign.

quickly and staring at the bags as he handed them

were stacks of shirts in all kinds of colors, each

for the shirt I ripped. Gabriel

audacity. Of course, it was him. When he had arrogantly declared he would buy me a dozen shirts after ruining

another bag and found bras–delicate, lacy, and way more expensive than

myself from noticing how luxurious everything felt. The colors were beautiful,

back as I tossed the bra’s aside. He thought his

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