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.

hard. “How the hell do you think I got to where I am today

mean to…” she stuttered, clearly

we had one passionate night,

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professional about my job, sir, and I would

I said, my tone harsh. I didn’t know if it was because of my frustration with her or my feelings for her, but

the Gemia Project was professional. There was no motive involved. I wanted

Storm,” she said. “It was never

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

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 I wasn’t going to let her win. “We’re already being honest,” I said,

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 know about

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

don’t seem to understand is that you work for me. I wield a certain level of control over

is 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 you and

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whim. I’m not

me,

echoed coldly. She was pushing me, testing

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

look. But no matter how hard she tried to hide it, I could see the desire burning in her

out to touch her cheek, but she shoved my hand away as I expected. Still, her shallow breaths gave her. I

your face when…” My voice trailed off intentionally, low and dark. I was savoring the moment, taunting her with every word. The closer I got,

her became, desire

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

out lips were mere inches

her lips, the buzz of her phone jerked me out of the moment. I reluctantly pulled back,

at her phone screen briefly,

I demanded before I could stop myself. “Is it your

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sly, taunting smirk. “No,” she replied, her smile. daring me.

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

I should answer

again, taunting me. “Besides Mr. Storm, in case you’ve forgotten, it’s past 7 PM. My office hours are over for the day.”

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

again, I wanted to add but I kept silent.

shrugged, unfazed by my anger.

moment, I want to know about

up now? “Your car is at the mechanic,” I said flatly.