Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 93: Show Me How Good You Are

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Clairessa’s POV As we rode in the back seat on our way to the club, Gabriel sat beside me, tensed, his energy vibrating with something primal. I could feel it in the way his fingers tapped against his knee, his frustration obvious. Then, without warning, he turned to me, his face hardened. “So help me God, Clairessa, if any of those crazy bastards come near you tonight, I’ll be going to jail for fucking murder.” I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief as I placed a hand on his chest. “Gabriel, no one is hurting anyone tonight. And no one is going to jail.” His fingers curled into a fist on his thigh. “As long as they keep their damn hands off you, everything will be fine. Because if they don’t, I swear I’ll make them regret it.” I smirked, my eyes meeting his as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Gabriel… tonight is about Sergio and Raquel,” I reminded him. “Let’s focus on that.” He sucked in a deep breath, as though trying to calm himself. “I’m well aware. That’s the only reason you’re wearing this damn dress.” “Got you, Mr. Storm,” I replied, sarcastically. His gaze dropped to my legs, then back to my face. Without another word, he reached for me, his arm circling my waist, pulling me closer until my thigh brushed against his. His other hand moved lower, sliding over my bare skin, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on the inside of my leg, pushing the fabric higher. My breath hitched. “Every inch of you is mine,” he murmured, his voice heavy with possession. “And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.” I gasped as he gripped my inner thigh, his fingers pressing against the thin lace of my panties. A shiver coursed through me. Then he pulled me onto his lap. And kissed me. Not soft. Not gentle. It was raw. Punishing. Possessive. His mouth dominated mine, his tongue sliding past my lips, tasting, claiming. His fingers gripped my waist, guiding me against him, letting me feel just how much he wanted me. “Let them look,” he growled against my lips, his breath hot, teasing. “Let them fucking stare. Because by the end of the night, the only name you’ll be screaming is mine.” His hand slid further, his fingers barely almost touching where I ached for him. “Gabriel,” I whispered, my body betraying me, arching into his touch. His smirk was dark, sinful. “That’s right, sweetheart.” A deep, trembling breath escaped me. The club was exclusive and extravagant–nothing like I had expected since it was on the island. Music pulsed through the air, vibrating in the vast space as Gabriel held me close, guiding me through the sea of people toward the VIP section. His grip on my waist was firm and possessive, making a silent statement. The bodyguards followed closely, and I could feel curious stares as we passed. Raquel and Sergio were already waiting, so we made our way toward them. My dress had done exactly what Gabriel feared–it drew attention. I felt the heated gazes of men as they admired the sheer fabric, the high slit, and the way it hugged every curve. Gabriel’s hand tightened around me, his posture stiff, his body pressed so close I could barely breathe. His hold wasn’t just protective–it was a warning, a bold claim. I belonged to him, and he wanted everyone to know it. pounding beneath our feet as we raised our glasses in celebration. “To Sergio and Raquel!” I echoed above the

cool music, raising my glass in a toast. Glasses clinked, and everyone cheered. Sergio turned to Gabriel with a wide smile. “I’m the happiest man in the world because she said yes…” “I bet you are,” Gabriel replied, lifting his glass in acknowledgment. Raquel beamed, pressing a lingering kiss to Sergio’s lips before facing us. “And I’m the happiest woman because I’m marrying this stubborn man who has me completely in love with him.” Sergio’s gaze shifted toward Gabriel, his smile turning knowing. “To healing from the past and finding the love of our lives.” I knew the toast was meant for Gabriel, whose face remained unchanged in its stoic form. “I wish you both all the happiness in the world,” I finally spoke, raising my glass. “Thank you, Claire,” Sergio replied, clinking his glass against mine. “Who knows–Gabriel might just be next…” Sergio teased, but Gabriel wasn’t amused and cast him a warning glance. “Or not…” Sergio chuckled. “My mi amor and I will get back to dancing.” Sergio and Raquel were lost in each other, kissing and touching as they moved to the music, completely consumed by their love. They danced as if they were the only two people in the room–truly drunk in love. I watched,

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