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 lying

it ever

man I knew who could find anything-Clayton

scrolled through my contacts and dialed his

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He was the kind of man who could dig up a person's deepest secrets, - leaving no stone unturned. If there was something

line rang twice before a gruff yet familiar voice

tighter. "I have

out a small chuckle. "When do you not?

this man is. Every single detail. I want his name, his background, where he works, where he

a brief pause before Clayton spoke.

my voice clipped. I wasn't about

he muttered. "Didn't see that one coming. So what's the deal? Is she one of the others, or did you actually fall for her

cutting him off. I couldn't stand hearing him talk about Clairessa that way. "Just find out what

"Understood. Send me the picture. I'll run it through

back in my chair, gritting my teeth as I stared

out the man's face. I could 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

Clayton, don't waste any time on this.

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

and falling with a sharp force that made me feel like my

any explanation that could erase this

had something to

this what she had

trying

had buried deep. The morning we had breakfast together-the

at her phone. I had wanted to confront the bastard right then and there, but she had placed her hand over mine, her voice soft as she

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

arms.

fool, I had believed her. I threw caution to the wind, even when the signs were right

She lied?