Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 147 Proving She's Cheating With Her Ex

Nicole startled, pulling away slowly, her eyes widening In confusion. "I'm only trying to protect you. You know I have your best interests at heart. I'd hate to see you waste your time on someone so... unworthy."

"I don't care for your advice. Now get out."

She hesitated, then reached out again, brushing her fingers against my hand, her touch light, suggestive. "Oh, Gabriel, you're mad at the wrong person. I'm only here to help you see that Clairessa is conniving, vindictive. And she's playing you."

I recoiled instantly, rage tightening my chest. I gripped her wrist tightly, my fingers biting into hers- intentional, meant to frighten her.

"Don't you ever touch me without permission again."

"Mr... Storm, please let me-" she gasped, her eyes wide with panic as she tried to break my hold, but I didn't budge, tightening my grip.

"Nicole, stay away from me. Stay away from Clairessa. And if you value your job, you will walk out of this office right now and never speak of this to anyone. Now get out."

"I apologize, sir..." she pleaded, her voice trembling as I finally released her arm. She massaged her wrist, staring at me like a helpless kitten before hurrying off. "One more thing."

My voice, stern, stopped her in her tracks. She turned to me.

"Never call me by my first name again. It will always be Mr. Storm to you. The next time you make such an expensive mistake, I will see to it that you're out of a job- not just here, but in the entire city. Is that clear?”

She nodded. "Yes... Mr. Storm," she stammered, scurrying out.

That was the first time I had seen her scared, and it felt good humbling her.

But once the door closed, every emotion I had tried to suppress-anger, disbelief, agony-came crashing down on me like a tidal wave.

"Fuck."

I slammed my hand against the desk, sending files scattering to the floor.

I needed to find out how long this had been going on.

had been

ever even

one man I knew who could find anything-Clayton

contacts and dialed

2/6

years, a former CIA operative with deep-rooted connections in intelligence and law enforcement. He was the kind of man who could dig up a person's deepest

before a

the phone tighter. "I have

a small chuckle. "When do you not? What's the

you a picture. I need to know who this man is. Every single detail. I want his name, his background, where he works, where he lives, and most importantly-how long he and the

was a brief pause before Clayton spoke. "This

I wasn't about to

coming. So what's the deal? Is she one of the others, or did you actually fall for her this time, only to find out she's

I snapped, cutting him off. I couldn't stand hearing him talk about Clairessa that way.

the picture. I'll run it through facial recognition and cross-check any connections. If there's something

my chair, gritting my teeth as I stared at the damn image again, desperately trying

only see Clairessa-her lips against his, her body pressed against him as if she belonged there. Faint traces of his blond hair were barely visible from

I muttered. "And Clayton, don't waste any time on this. I want

them soon," he assured me. "I'll be in

and falling with a sharp

any explanation that could erase this reality. But then, her voice echoed back at me-our last

something to say, but she swallowed it down, hesitating before telling me we

what she

trying

another memory resurfaced-one I had buried deep. The morning we had breakfast together-the day her

come in one after another, and I had noticed the way she stiffened each time she glanced at her phone. I had wanted to confront the bastard right then and there, but

me in the eye and told me she loved me. Then she kissed me- slow, deep-until everything else

arms.

had believed her. I threw caution to the wind, even

She lied?