Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 122: Invitation To Meet His Son

teeth before returning to his call and continuing to speak. –I stepped into the bedroom, letting out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding back. Gabriel was right. I needed a cold shower to wash away the stress of the day. I reached behind me to unzip my gown. It slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my feet. Stepping out of it, I made my way to the bathroom, stripping off my underwear along the way. The warm spray of the shower hit my skin, and I closed my eyes, letting the water wash away the tension of the day. I tried to clear my thoughts, but my mind kept circling back to Gabriel’s reaction. I had expected anger. A fight, maybe even a lecture- demanding to know why I had ignored his calls, pressing for details about my whereabouts. But none of that happened. No frustration. No accusations. Instead, he had simply kissed my forehead and told me to shower. The unexpected tenderness unsettled me more than any confrontation would have. I shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing a plush towel from the rack. Wrapping it around my body, I strolled back into the bedroom. That’s when I realized–I had nothing to wear. I chewed on my lip before turning toward the walk–in closet. Gabriel’s closet. I had never really seen it, never snooped around, but tonight, I had no choice. The moment I stepped inside, I was hit by the scent of him–dark wood, expensive cologne, something purely Gabriel. His shirts were arranged neatly by color, crisp and pressed. His ties were lined up in perfect order, and his wristwatches were displayed like expensive trophies. His polished shoes sat on the shelves below. Everything about this space was controlled. Calculated. Organised. Just like him. His closet was the size of my entire apartment. And yet, I had never taken the time to look. I pulled open a drawer and inhaled the scent before picking up one of his shirts and sliding it over my body. The fabric was soft against my skin, the sleeves hanging long over my hands. “Fits you perfectly.” I jumped, startled by the deep voice behind me. I spun around to find Gabriel leaning against the doorway, his dark eyes heavy–lidded, heated. I gasped. “I-” “How long have you been watching me?” I asked, feeling embarrassed that Gabriel had caught me snooping and sniffing his shirt like a silly teenage girl. He smirked. “Long enough.” Of

Gabriel would check my office–he owned the company. Security surely reported to him. I swallowed. “Yeah… I also stepped out for lunch, and it took longer than expected.” “Clairessa.” His voice was calm but firm. A warning. Maybe. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to overly control your movements, but I like to be informed about your whereabouts. So I don’t get worried. Is that okay? At least answer my calls or a simple text would do.” I could see the genuine concern in his eyes. He wasn’t just saying it to be possessive. He meant it. “I’m sorry, Gabriel,” I whispered. “I’ll do better next time.” His thumb brushed over my bottom