Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Talk To Me 

Gabriel’s POV 

Chapter 104: Talk To Me 

Clairessa stood in front of me, gripping the door like she was debating whether to slam it in my face. 

Her eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, I saw it–the shock, the hesitation, the way she swallowed hard like she needed a second to process that I was actually here. 

“Mr. Storm…” Her voice was steady, but her expression was anything but. “What are you doing here?” 

Mr. Storm. 

Formal. Cold. Like I was just her boss. Like I hadn’t had her beneath me, moaning my name, begging me 

to take her. 

I deserved that. 

Ignoring her question, I took a step forward, pressing just enough weight against the door so she had no choice but to move back. 

She did, reluctantly, but only an inch–like a challenge. 

She was dressed in an oversized T–shirt that fell to mid–thigh, her toned legs bare. Her hair was thrown up in a messy bun, loose strands framing her face. 

She looked effortlessly beautiful 

And I wanted her 

Even now, when she was furious with me 

“How are you feeling?” I asked, keeping my voice calm. 

Her lips parted, but she didn’t speak as I reached out, trailing my fingers lightly against her cheek. 

She flinched before pulling away–another reaction I had brought on myself. 

The way her lips twitched, the way she refused to meet my eyes, told me she was pissed. 

Good. 

I wanted her to feel something–anything other than the cold silence she’d been giving me. 

I let a small grin tug at my lips, trying to ease the tension, but even I could feel how strained it was. “I just needed to see how you’re doing.” My voice came out low, husky. 

She stepped back again, arms crossing over her chest like a shield. “How I’m feeling is none of your business.” 

“Then you’re not unwell?” I asked, tilting my head, watching her closely. 

Silence. Her brows furrowed, and she stared at me with unflinching defiance 

So, she wasn’t sick. 

She was just ignoring me. 

I smirked. “Ah. So, you’re mad at me instead.* 

She rolled her eyes, her annoyance clear. 

I knew I deserved her coldness. 

I pressed further. “Is that why you haven’t been taking my calls?” 

Her eyes flashed. “You have some nerve showing up here, demanding answers like you own me.” 

My shoulders tensed. “You work for me, Clairessa. I’m still your boss. That hasn’t changed. So whether we have a conflict or not, you answer to me. Always.” 

Her glare intensified. “Well, Mr. Storm, I sent a sick leave email to Sandy, and she approved it. What else do you want?” 

“You.” 

The word slipped out before I could stop it. 

She sucked in a breath. 

“I want you to talk to me,” I added. “Tell me what you’re thinking instead of shutting me out.” 

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “That’s a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” she bit out. “Especially since that’s exactly what you do.” 

Fair. 

I raised my hands in surrender, my voice softer now. “I deserve that. But I’m here so we can talk.” 

1. me. 

“Well, then, I think it’s better you leave because I’m not interested in anything you have to say,” she shot at 

My voice lowered. “Clairessa… please. Let’s just sit and talk.” 

“I have nothing to say to you.” She lifted her chin defiantly. “So please, leave.” 

“You clearly do,” I countered, pushing forward. “It’s obvious you’re upset, and I’m here to explain everything 

She scoffed. “I don’t need an explanation, Gabriel. You made it clear we were done. And I’m just playing by your rules.” 

My jaw clenched. “We are far from done, and you know it.” 

She looked me over, her anger radiating off her in waves. “Yes, we are. Now get out,” she repeated slowly. 

“Get out.” 

Something inside me broke free. 

1.  . 

In a heartbeat, I closed the space between us, my hands gripping her waist as I pulled her flush against 

She gasped, pushing against my chest, but I didn’t let go. I caged her in with my arms, making it clear she didn’t stand a chance.