Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 42: At My Beck And Call

Gabriel’s POV

Chapter 42: At My Beck And Call

The moment we were alone, I turned my full attention to Clairessa. She looked incredibly sexy leaning against the edge of the giant boardroom table; everything about her pulled me closer.

I had the worst weekend because of her. While she was out partying, doing who knows what with who knows who, I was drowning in jealousy.

me.

I was tempted to call her but hung up before it rang. I couldn’t let her see how much power she had over

I wasn’t about to go easy on her.

My eyes shamelessly traol over her figure without permission, drinking in every detail of her stance. God help me, I cleared my throat, forcing myself to focus. “Have you signed the contract yet?”

She blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden question. “No, I haven’t.”

time?”

My expression darkened, and I slammed my hand on the desk again. “Why not? What’s your excuse this

“The salary,” she replied, her voice gaining strength as she stood her ground. “Well,” she said, her eyes fixed on mine, “It’s way more than I deserve, and we both know it.”

Was she deliberately trying to rile me up by bringing up the same excuse she did as the last time? I huffed. “We went over this yesterday when I clearly explained via email the reason for the increase.”

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Who argued about a salary raise? Only Clairessa would. That’s why she was so different from any woman I’d ever encountered.

My jaw clenched as I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “Do you think you’re in a position to defy me right. now? You think after your little night out, you can come in here and dictate terms?”

She folded her arms, meeting my gaze head–on. “I only went out for one night to clear my head. It has nothing to do with my job.”

“Everything you do affects your job, Clairessa,” I fumed. “You could’ve spent the weekend working on the Gemia Project and delivered better results. Instead, you went clubbing and handed in a mediocre mock–up presentation.”

She didn’t back down. “Mr. Storm, our approach may be lacking right now, but we’ll work on it and deliver the best results. I’m good at my job, and you know it. But you have to give us a chance.”

“So you’re asking me to go easy on you?” I questioned coldly. “Why exactly would I do that?”

“That’s not what I’m saying, Mr. Storm. But if we’re being honest, I think your remark was a bit too harsh,”

she retorted.

do you think I got to where I am today if I didn’t

didn’t mean to…” she stuttered,

because we had one passionate night, I’m supposed

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she countered quickly. “I’m professional about my

of my frustration with her or my feelings for her, but no one who worked for me had

Project was professional. There was no motive involved. I wanted to push you

“It was

Now tell me the real reason you haven’t signed the contract,” I said, clasping my hands on the table. “I’m not buying the sob story that the salary increase is more than you deserve. No employee rejects a 400% salary increase, and we both know

really want to know?” she asked, leaning against the desk now, her cleavage teasingly visible. My eyes dropped for a moment before I forced myself to focus. She was angry, and for some reason, it made her look even more attractive. She was trying to challenge me, to test me–but

had time to think about it all weekend, and I don’t know if I’m ready to sign away my freedom. If there’s one thing I

I think it’s really about you wanting to control me–like you tried to do with Daniel at the seminar and forbidding me from going to the club. You want to control what I do with my life

she could figure me out, but she was wrong. “What you don’t seem to understand is that you work for

within. these walls, but outside, I do as I please. I’m not one of

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every whim. I’m not for sale.”

was pushing me, testing my limits.

arrangements…” I echoed coldly. She was pushing me,

Closing the gap, I towered over her. “Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t need to pay any woman to sleep with me. If I wanted to, I would’ve had you that night in my apartment when you were moaning in my arms, begging me to take you.”

furious look. But no matter how hard she tried

touch her cheek, but she shoved my hand away as I expected. Still, her

voice trailed off intentionally, low and dark. I was savoring the moment, taunting her with every word. The closer I

desire coursing

pull away. My grip tightened, pulling her closer, pressing her against my frame. My eyes locked on hers, and in that moment, I didn’t care about the consequences. I’d thought about holding her all week, and now, in my boardroom of all places where anyone could walk in, I was ready

out lips were mere

phone jerked me

her phone screen briefly, before

calling you during work hours? I demanded before I could stop

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“No,” she replied, her smile. daring me. “It’s someone new. Someone I

hell is he calling you during work hours?” I snapped, unable to hide

I should answer

“Besides Mr. Storm, in case you’ve forgotten, it’s

let out a bitter laugh, ignoring her taunt. “This is what you do now? Hand out your number to random men?” My tone hardened.

your heartbroken again, I wanted to add but I kept

unfazed by my anger.

moment, I want to know about my

was she bringing that up now? “Your