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

side of me you've

heart stuttered at his words. The fire in his eyes

meant every syllable.

know if

better if I just

flashing in his

instantly behind a

"But not before you tell him how you

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

temptation."

say it like that," I whispered. "It

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

and son are lusting after you? Your game is over,

frozen, words

back slightly,

to breathe.

to submit your resignation on Monday,"

the company and out of our lives-for

To beg him to take

at Storm

it. It was all I had

in the hard set of his

already let me go.

as if fate itself had intervened, I

"Dad?"

stepping away from me,

to wipe the moment from his

brow furrowed,

confusion.

asked, his gaze flicking

evident.

He stormed past his

or a second glance.

concern flooding his expression. "What

forcing

"Was he yelling at

softly. "He was just asking how I

my face. "It didn't look that way

to you, you can talk to

him. "I already told

shrugged, and then glanced at the

doing here, anyway?

smile. "I needed to keep my hands busy. I

lie there doing

again. "Still, you should

raised his voice. "Gretchen!"

in, her eyes

pointed to her gently. "She's supposed to

me an apologetic look before speaking. "I tried to tell her, but

joining me to

I cut in before she could explain further, "It was my choice.

the distraction."

counter and

cooking, I'm helping."

I should have, trying to gather my

my

handle.

the confession Gabriel had

to bring forward... or he'd do it

as I knocked.

Adrian called,

was stretched out

in a plain white tee and dark

lit his face, and for

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