Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 173

Chapter 173: His Anger Burned Hotter

Claireessa's POV

Gabriel didn't look at me at first. His eyes stayed fixed on Gretchen, his tone calm

but laced with a quiet threat.

"Leave us," he said.

Gretchen froze for a breath, clearly uneasy. "Of course, Mr. Storm."

She slipped out without another word.

And then it was just us-Gabriel and me.

I barely had time to register the storm in his eyes before he crossed the room in

three long strides and seized my elbow-not painfully, but firmly enough to jolt my

heart.

"Don't get too comfortable in my house," he hissed. "You won't be here much

longer."

I stared at him, stunned.

Just yesterday, he'd been at my side, placing cold towels on my forehead,

watching over me like I still meant something to him.

He'd cared for me, staying by my side through the night.

And for a moment, I let myself believe-maybe something in him had softened.

Maybe there was still hope for us.

But I was wrong.

The anger was back-hotter, more intense. And I was foolish to think forgiveness

would come that easily.

"Gabriel, please," I said, trying to pull my arm free. "Adrian could walk in. This isn't

His grip tightened, forcing my gaze to his. "Don't worry about Adrian walking in,"

he snapped. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. You've got him wrapped around your little

finger. Just like you had me."

"What?" I breathed. "No-I didn't-"

"You seduced him, didn't you?" he bit out. "Same way you seduced me."

"Gabriel, that's not fair-"

But he didn't let me finish.

He backed me against the kitchen island, his body crowding mine. His frame was

solid, burning with rage, his breath coming fast.

The heat radiating off him blurred the line between fury and something darker.

A rush of heat stirred low in my belly as I stood pinned-caught between fear and

the desire for the man who clearly detested me.

His lips hovered near mine, his voice a gravelly threat.

"I'm giving you twenty-four hours." His jaw clenched, his voice a low growl. "Tell

a side of me you've

The fire in his

meant every syllable.

"I don't know if

if

flashing in his eyes-pain, maybe-but

almost instantly behind a colder

leave," he murmured darkly. "But not

first... all sweet and wide-eyed, like innocence wrapped

temptation."

don't say it like that," I whispered.

voice lashed out like a whip. "It's the truth, isn't it? Or is it

son are lusting

frozen, words caught

back slightly, but not

to breathe.

on Monday," he bit out, voice low

of the

To explain. To beg him

at Storm

needed it. It was all I had left... especially

it-etched in the hard set of his

already let me go.

if fate itself had intervened, I

"Dad?"

away from me, running

as if trying to wipe the moment

in the doorway, his brow

confusion.

on?" he asked, his gaze flicking between

evident.

didn't answer. He stormed past his son, exiting

or a second glance.

to me, concern

head, forcing a smile.

convinced. "Was

lied softly. "He was just asking how I was

scanning my face. "It didn't look that

unkind to you, you can talk to me,

my gaze away from him.

shrugged, and then glanced at

are you doing here,

I said, forcing a smile. "I

there doing

convinced but sighed again. "Still, you should

raised his voice. "Gretchen!"

back in, her eyes

her gently. "She's supposed to be resting. What

speaking. "I tried to

joining

cut in before she could explain further, "It

the distraction."

exhaled, walking over to the counter

cooking, I'm helping."

I should have, trying to

pounded against my chest, and my fingers shook as

handle.

the confession Gabriel had given me twenty-four hours

I had to bring forward... or he'd do it himself. My fingers

as I knocked.

called,

slowly. Adrian was stretched out on the bed,

his legs, dressed in a plain white tee and dark

the screen lit his face,

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