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.

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

just can’t work with her,” Clairessa stammered, avoiding my gaze. The frustration and maybe even in her voice was obvious. Telling me there was more to her outbursts. Something she wasn’t telling me. “Clairessa, unless

and I thought she was about to tell me, but then she clamped her mouth shut, as she

herself, the words seemingly stuck in her throat. “I just can’t.”

was more to the situation, was

anger blazing, but she still didn’t say

here,” I said, my voice hardening. “You don’t get to choose who you work with on the projects I assign. You will work with Nicole, and that’s the end of the discussion.”

back, her voice shaking with

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 was towering over

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as I say,” I growled. “No more arguments.

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mine. My gaze fell to her full, tempting lips, slightly parted. For one reckless moment,

lips mere inches from hers, she stepped back, snapping

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

her arms, her posture defensive. “No,”

like you. Before your app, I was considering hers. It was brilliant. But I chose yours for reasons that don’t concern you. Nicole is smart and capable, just like you, which is why I

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

But she fell silent, unwilling to give me a

sigh. “Unless you’re ready to explain, leave my office..

stared at me for what felt like forever, her frustration clear. But she didn’t say

mess with her

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