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.

to where I am today if I didn’t push myself and

to…” she stuttered, clearly intimidated by me.

because we had one passionate night,

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what I assumed,” she countered quickly. “I’m professional about my job, sir,

again,” I said, my tone harsh. I didn’t know if it was because of my frustration with her or my feelings for her, but no one who worked for me had ever dared to challenge me. It was

the Gemia Project was professional. There was no motive

said. “It was never my intention to question your

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

some reason, it made her look even more attractive. She was trying to challenge

weekend, and I don’t know if I’m ready to sign away my freedom. If there’s one thing I know

even some managers earn in this company. 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 and time, and you’re using the salary increase to ensure

but she was wrong. “What you don’t seem to understand is that you work for

to us. You may have control over me within. these walls, but outside, I do as I please. I’m not one of your women who make arrangements with

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your every whim. I’m not for

pushing me,

She was pushing me, testing

abruptly, watching her take a step back. 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

anger, and she gave me a furious look. But no matter how hard she tried to hide it, I could

expected. Still, her shallow breaths gave her. I wanted to get under

remember the look of complete passion on your face when…” My voice trailed off intentionally, low and dark. I was savoring the moment, taunting

became, desire coursing through

her waist as she struggled to 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.

were

lips, the buzz of her phone jerked me

screen briefly, before

calling you during work hours? I demanded before I could stop myself. “Is

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then met my gaze with a sly, taunting smirk. “No,” she replied, her smile. daring me. “It’s someone new. Someone I met at the

work hours?” I

should answer and find out.”

case you’ve forgotten, it’s past 7 PM. My office

do now? Hand out your number to random men?” My tone hardened. “What do

wanted to

shrugged, unfazed by my anger.

want to know about

response threw me off, and I scowled. Why was she bringing that up now? “Your car is at the mechanic,” I