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.

desk, I folded my arms and forced my eyes to stay focused on her face, as I studied her carefully. “Why is that?” I asked, keeping my tone calm. I needed to understand

gaze. The frustration and maybe even in her voice was obvious. Telling me there was more to her

and I thought she was about to tell me, but then she clamped her mouth shut, as she shook her head. Her unwillingness to explain was testing

but stopped herself, the words seemingly stuck in

tell there was more to the situation, was both infuriating and fascinating. “Ah, I see,” I

but she still didn’t say anything more.

my voice hardening. “You don’t get to choose who you work with on the projects I assign. You will

hell I will!” she shot back, her voice shaking with rage.

every turn. I had to admit–I was tired of it. My control slipped, and before I could stop myself, I stepped

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

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

I leaned closer, my lips mere inches from hers, she stepped back, snapping

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

posture defensive. “No,” she retorted, her eyes

was brilliant. But I chose yours for reasons that don’t concern you. Nicole is smart and capable, just like you, which

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

fell silent, unwilling to give me a straight answer. My patience had run

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

stared at me for what felt like forever, her frustration clear. But she didn’t say a word. Instead, she turned and walked toward the door.

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