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.

her face, as I studied her

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,

she clamped her mouth shut, as she

began but stopped herself, the words seemingly stuck in

even when I could tell there was more to the situation, was both infuriating and fascinating. “Ah, I see,” I teased. “Is this some kind of… catfight

me, her anger blazing, but

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

she shot back, her voice shaking

could stop myself, I stepped closer, closing the distance until I was towering over her. She

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I growled. “No more arguments. Is that clear?”

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chest rising and falling in rhythm with 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

leaned closer, my lips mere inches from hers, she stepped back, snapping me out of whatever madness had

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defensive. “No,” she retorted,

she’s talented–just 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

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

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

leave my office.. I’m not in the mood for teenage drama.”

for what felt like forever, her frustration clear. But she didn’t say a word. Instead, she turned

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