Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 110: Dressed Up Just For Him

Standing in front of Gabriel's door, my fingers brushed through my curls for the third time, making sure everything was in place. My little black dress clung perfectly to my body-short, simple, sexy, with just enough cleavage.

I wanted to steal his breath, leave him completely speechless.

Before I could press the button, the door swung open. A woman dressed in a tailored uniform greeted me with a warm smile. She looked like she was in her mid-thirties.

"Welcome, Miss Hartwood. I'm Jane, Mr. Storm's house manager." She extended her hand.

I shook hers, smiling back. "Please, call me Clairessa. Nice to meet you."

She nodded, stepping aside. "Likewise. Please, come in."

As I entered, the familiar luxury of Gabriel's apartment surrounded me.

The place was like a fortress-dark tones, sleek lines-a space as commanding as the man himself.

Jane led me through the hallway, then stopped. "Mr. Storm is in the kitchen. I'll leave you here." She smiled again before disappearing down the hall.

Chapter 110: Dressed Up Just For Him

Kitchen? My brow lifted. What was he doing there?

Thad been to Gabriel's apartment before, so I remembered my way around. As I approached the kitchen, I heard his deep, rich voice.

"In here."

I stepped in-and froze, Gabriel stood by the stove, stirring a pot of sauce.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. The sight was shocking. Gabriel Storm, the picture of control and power, cooking? For me?

"Mr. Storm... in the kitchen?" I gasped playfully. "I would have expected a renowned chef."

He glanced over his shoulder, flashing that irresistible smirk. "Let's just say I wanted to make tonight more special by cooking for you myself."

Something in his tone softened me instantly. My heart skipped a beat.

"I never would've thought you could cook."

"There's a lot you're yet to find out." He set the spoon aside, turning his gaze back to the stove.

"Have a seat. Dinner will be served soon. Apologies-we're running behind schedule by fifteen minutes. Had an important call earlier."

“So particular and orderly. I love it, Mr. Storm." I teased, tiptoeing up behind him, peeking over his shoulder to see everything he was cooking.

one swift motion, he spun around, wrapping his hands around my

yet," I murmured, placing my hand

I can't

slowly traveling down my body, pausing at every curve. The heat in them made my

murmured, voice

my skin. I leaned in closer. "I dressed

smirked, gaze never leaving mine.

help... What do you need?" I

voice

the look he shot me

"Sit. Watch."

onto a stool at the island counter,

Every movement-precise, calculated.

chopped onions with

man did everything with

the more drawn I

cooking

plated the meal. "Dinner is

potatoes, steamed vegetables, and a side of garlic butter

looks... delicious." Gabriel leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, his eyes drinking me in. "Take the first bite and

for a second as I lifted the fork to my lips, savoring the

gave him a thumbs-up. "It

before he gestured toward the dining table he

from each other and

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impressed. Dinner was amazing Chef's kiss made

wiping his hands on a towel. Thank you, my sweet im glad

the counter, arching a brow. Now that dimer's over the distes are

curled into a mischievous grin as he reached for the

a bottle of wine, expertly pouring us both a glass. When he handed me mine, his fingers

wins," he murmured, holding his

"More wins," I echoed, clinking

For tonight. For

you for

sip of my wine, meeting his gaze. "Mr. Storm, I have to say-I don't regret

teased

eyes gleamed with

giggled. "So tell me, where did you learn how to cook