Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 122: Invitation To Meet His Son

my way toward the private elevator. When the doors slid open, the penthouse greeted me with its usual quiet and dark ambiance. I hesitated before stepping forward, glancing around. I half expected Gabriel to be waiting in the living room, arms crossed, ready to interrogate me. But he wasn’t there. Then, I heard it–his voice, deep and smooth, drifting from down the hall. Following the sound, I moved past the plush seating area, through the wide marble hallway, until I reached his office. The door was slightly ajar, a dim light spilling into the hallway. I peeked inside. Gabriel stood by the large window, phone pressed to his ear, his tall frame relaxed as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line. His gaze was fixed on the city view, the night lights reflecting in his dark eyes. And then, as if sensing me, his gaze shifted. The moment his eyes landed on mine, his entire face changed. His expression softened, the sternness in his features easing, and I could see the relief in his eyes. His lips moved, and though I didn’t catch every word, I recognized enough Spanish to guess what he was saying. Hold on… Give me a few minutes. Then, he turned his full attention to me. “Claire,” he murmured, lowering his phone. I barely had time to react before he closed the distance between us. His large hand cupped the back of my head, his touch firm yet gentle as he pressed a lingering kiss onto my forehead. The unexpected tenderness made my heart melt completely into his warmth, aching for more. I waited for him to pull back and demand answers. But he didn’t. His fingers traced down my arm, the rough drag of his skin against mine sending a shiver down my spine. His voice dropped, low and commanding. My lips parted, shocked. That was it? But I couldn’t say a word as he flashed me his perfect 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

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 lip. “That’s all right.” He pulled back, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. My gaze fell to the exposed skin, his toned muscles flexing slightly. I was so lost in the sight of him that I almost didn’t hear him speaking. “I wanted you to meet someone important today.” His voice pulled me out of my fantasizing haze. I blinked, forcing myself to focus. “I’m