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.

around, wrapping his hands around my waist as he pressed his hard

dinner yet," I

the one sneaking up on me, young lady, and I can't help it... If

traveling down my body, pausing at every curve. The heat

he murmured, voice dropping. "That

across my skin. I leaned in closer.

leaving

What do you

His voice was

but the

"Sit. Watch."

onto a stool at the island

Every movement-precise, calculated.

and chopped onions with ease, stirring sauces with

The man did everything with

the more drawn I

made cooking look...

he plated the meal. "Dinner

steamed vegetables, and

This looks... delicious." Gabriel leaned casually against the counter,

second as I lifted the fork to my lips,

with a satisfied hum, I gave him a

played out on his face before he gestured toward

across from each

light easy conversation and laugina alisema Sands. how irresistible / looked, how he warned to devour me but

cheeks stayed warm the entire time, like e achosight on date with her och Bar the war some fleeting crush.

moving in sy as I

before.

Dinner was amazing Chef's kiss

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

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

lips curled into a mischievous grin as he reached for the wine glasses. "Ace" "Hmm?"

When he handed me mine, his fingers

more wins," he murmured, holding

heart fluttering. "More wins," I echoed, clinking my

For tonight. For

expression softened. "And thank you for giving us a second

his gaze. "Mr. Storm, I have to say-I don't regret my decision yet."

teased

eyes gleamed

the night goes." I giggled. "So tell me, where did you learn how to