Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Clairessa's POV

Chapter 116: A Billionaire's Gift

Back home, I struggled to concentrate on the work in front of me on my laptop screen as Jess's nagging voice from behind kept breaking my focus. I clenched my jaw, fingers tightening around my pen as I stared at the screen, refusing to pay her any attention.

"Claire, you know I'm not going to let you work in peace until you spill... You didn't come home last night. That only means one thing."

I looked back, giving her my best mock-angry glare. "I already told you. I went out." My voice was steadier than I expected, but Jess wasn't buying it.

She hopped onto my desk, using her hip to shove my files aside as she made herself comfortable. Arms crossed, lips curling in disbelief. "Oh, please. We've been friends for a decade, and you've never kept a secret

from me."

Rubbing my temples, I leaned back. "There is no secret to tell."

Jess huffed dramatically. "Liar."

"Fine," I exhaled. "I went over to Gabriel's apartment. He invited me to a dinner celebration for the deal we closed. He cooked. We ate. That's all."

Jess arched a brow, skepticism written all over her face. "That was it?"

"Yes."

1/6

Chapter 116: A Billionaire's Gift

A slow, knowing smile tugged at her lips. "I know what this is. You had a great night of wild sex, and now you can't even look me in the eye."

right.

Heat crept up my neck. "You're being ridiculous," I muttered, hoping to deter Jess-even though she was

"Am I?" She leaned forward, her gaze sharp. "I'm telling you, men like Gabriel Storm are dangerous. They get under your skin, make you crave them until you don't know how to breathe without them. They're intoxicating. One minute, you think you're in control, and the next, he owns you. Completely. And I only want to protect you."

Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. Relief flooded me as she slid off the desk. "I'll get it."

She paused halfway, turning back with a pointed look. "You've been saved by the bell. But this conversation isn't over."

the hall. I let out a deep breath,

to stop pestering me. And honestly, I wasn't in the mood for one of her lectures. Maybe

to stop now.

her voice echoed through the apartment, filled with excitement. "It seems you have a

ordered anything. I muttered

up and walked to the door, only for my heart

08:24 Fri, 14 Mar

87%

116: A Billionaire's

car sat in the driveway, shining under the sunlight. A bouquet of

the uniformed delivery guy, then swung her hand toward the car. "This man just said this Aston Martin DB12 Volante is yours." "What?"

"1

screamed, practically hyperventilating. "I think I'm going to

man approached.

too

smiled. "Then this delivery is yours." He gestured to the

beautiful car, then back at the man holding out the paperwork, my brain struggling to process what was happening. There was only one person this

shock, I reached for the paper

man handed

there, stuck in some limbo between disbelief and awe, Jess was already circling the car, running her

roses from the hood, inhaled their scent, then pulled the

8. 08.

A

as she read the name. "Gabriel Storm. Freaking hell, Claire! He bought you a car!" She gasped dramatically. "Wait...

I didn't! He only hinted at a surprise

clutched her chest, looking like she might faint. "You are so lucky. Why

my head, I stared at the extravagant gift, feeling overwhelmed. This was too much. Too grand. A lump formed in my throat. "I can't

too much," I muttered, rubbing my forehead. "A gift like this makes me feel indebted. What if this thing between

"You're overthinking it."

narrowed my eyes. "Weren't you the one telling me to end things with him two minutes ago?

shrugged. “Okay, I guess I said that, but come on, Claire-let's be real. You're not going to stop seeing him. So why not enjoy a brand-new car instead of wasting time arguing over that

crossed my arms. "That 'old junk' was bought with my hard-earned money.

it's saved your ass more times than

08:25 Fri, 14 Mar