Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 37: Under My Command

Gabriel’s POV

Chapter 37 Under My Command

My office door burst open, and Clairessa walked in with confidence. For a moment, I felt annoyed at her boldness, barging into my office like she owned the place. But the anger quickly disappeared when I noticed something was wrong. She was pacing back and forth restlessly, her hands tightly clenched at her waist.

“Clairessa, what’s the matter?” I asked, watching her closely. She looked as if she might explode but still refused to speak. “Is there an issue with the project? Are you unwell?”

Still, she said nothing.

“Speak up!” My voice came out harsher than I intended. I stood and moved toward her, trying to understand what was going on. The way she was acting was unsettling. I didn’t like how it made me feel–on edge, almost worried. I rarely felt that way.

The sound of my raised voice must have startled her because she flinched, her body trembling as she looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes.

“I can’t work with Nicole,” she blurted out, completely catching me off guard. Of all the issues I anticipated, this wasn’t one of them. Relief washed over me–it wasn’t something more serious. She seemed fine, though my gaze lingered on her perfect face.

Her makeup was subtle, just enough to highlight her natural beauty. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a bun, a few soft curls framing her face perfectly. She was stunning, and it made focusing on her words harder than it should’ve been.

Every move she made drew my attention, especially the way her hands rested on her waist. My gaze drifted lower, taking in the curves accentuated by her grey trousers. I fought to stay focused, to push the wild

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thoughts away, but it wasn’t easy.

stay focused on her face, as I studied her carefully. “Why is that?” I asked, keeping my tone calm. I needed to

there was more to

but then she clamped her mouth shut,

herself, the words seemingly

her struggle, even when I could tell there was more to the situation, was both infuriating and

glared at me, her anger blazing, but she still

“You don’t get to choose who you work with on the

hell I will!” she shot back,

hell. She loved pushing all the wrong buttons, challenging me at every turn. I had to admit–I was tired of it. My control slipped, and before I could stop myself, I stepped closer, closing the distance until I

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do as I say,” I growled. “No more arguments. Is that

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mine. My gaze fell to her full, tempting lips, slightly parted. For one reckless moment, I wanted to crush my lips against hers–wanted to claim her, to make her forget whatever had her

closer, my lips mere inches from hers, she stepped

my throat, I forced myself to focus. “Clairessa, do you

her posture defensive. “No,” she retorted,

like you. Before your app, I was considering hers. It was brilliant. But I chose yours for reasons that don’t concern

don’t understand. I can’t work with her,” she argued, her voice strained with

shot back, my gaze hardening. But she fell silent, unwilling to give me a straight answer. My patience had run out. I had

“Unless you’re ready to explain, leave my office.. I’m not in the mood for teenage drama.”

she didn’t say

mess with her just

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