Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 34: Letting Go Of My Pride

I pressed the send button, letting out a long sigh of relief. Finally, the reports were done. It had taken forever, but I’d always loved a challenge–especially one that involved putting the arrogant Gabriel Storm in his place. There was no way I was losing this.

My goal was clear: to get my revenge on Adrian by sleeping with his father. The plan was already in motion, especially after what happened between Gabriel and me at his home. The only reason he stopped was that I had mistakenly let it slip that I was a virgin, leading him to assume I wanted to trap him into some emotional commitment. As if…

Everything was spiraling out of control. My feelings for Gabriel Adrian’s betrayal… they were both pulling me in different directions, making things more complicated and dangerous.

Gabriel made it clear–sex was all he was after, and that’s all I wanted too. This wasn’t about love or affection; it was about revenge–revenge on Adrian, Gabriel had no idea about that, but I knew that when he eventually found out, he would hate me. I couldn’t stop now, even if a part of me wanted to

No matter how hard I tried to push the thought of that night aside, I couldn’t stop replaying how I felt in Gabriel’s arms. I had been ready to give him my virginity without hesitation–something Adrian had begged me for months to do, but I always refused. It wasn’t my fault that when Adrian touched me, I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. He even had the audacity to call me frigid, insisting I needed pills to feel arousal. But ! refused.

With Gabriel, everything… felt different. He awakened feelings in me I hadn’t even known I was capable of experiencing–desire, raw and untamed passion. It was completely new. Just the thought of his hands on me made my body respond in ways I couldn’t control.

I’d always thought I was broken, incapable of being aroused, but Gabriel proved I wasn’t. With him, I felt more than I ever imagined possible

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I ran my hands through my hair, trying to shake off the thoughts of him, but my mind drifted again–to the way his fingers felt inside me…

I needed to get a grip. I had learned the hard way that fairy tales weren’t real. They didn’t come true. In the real world, men were scum. If I wanted to survive, I needed to toughen up.

I glanced at my watch–it was already past 9 PM. Another late night at work. Shutting my laptop, I made a mental note of everything I needed to do tomorrow.

As I walked through the empty office lobby, a thought crossed my mind: was Gabriel still in his office? I quickly dismissed it. Why should I care? This was about me now, not him.

I pressed the elevator button and stepped in, watching as it descended.

“Ugh… this can’t be happening“” I groaned, turning the ignition again, but my car refused to start. I had no idea why–it had just been serviced!

The engine sputtered weakly, the same annoying sound as before. Frustrated, I slammed my hands against the steering wheel. How could I be so capable in some areas and so clueless about something as basic as cars?

Nothing. I groaned

frustration.

“Clairessa?”

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startled me. Looking up, I saw Gabriel standing

it had to be him. And, of course, it was in my old car–the one I’d been driving for

trouble?” he asked, sounding more amused

he would

see that,” he replied, smirking.

me.

to end the conversation, but

okay to admit you need help.” His voice carried humor, which only infuriated me more.

he enjoying this? I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to keep calm. “If I need help, I’ll be sure to ask,” I shot back, trying to maintain

He chuckled, the mockery in

patience.

I instantly regretted my prideful rejection. Why was I so damn proud? I should have accepted his help, but no–my pride had to get

if it might magically fix itself. I tried poking around, pretending to know what I was doing. Nothing worked, of course.

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my phone to call for a ride. Of course, my phone was at 2% battery, I hurriedly opened the app, but the screen went black before I

there, feeling utterly defeated, a

his tone leaving no room for

grabbed my bag and climbed into the back seat, next to him.

Storm,” I mumbled, embarrassed by how

don’t know if I find your stubbornness

to my cheeks. “For what it’s worth, I tried to fix the car.”

know a damn thing about cars,” he said, his tone condescending. “You were

help.”

through

car that couldn’t start? You should’ve