Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 110

Gabriel’s POV 

Chapter 110: Dressed Up Just For Him 

Standing in front of Gabriel’s door, my fingers brushed through my curls for the third time, making sure everything was in place. My little black dress clung perfectly to my body–short, simple, sexy, with just enough cleavage. 

I wanted to steal his breath, leave him completely speechless. 

Before I could press the button, the door swung open. A woman dressed in a tailored uniform greeted me with a warm smile. She looked like she was in her mid–thirties. 

“Welcome, Miss Hartwood. I’m Jane, Mr. Storm’s house manager.” She extended her hand. 

I shook hers, smiling back. “Please, call me Clairessa. Nice to meet you.” 

She nodded, stepping aside. “Likewise. Please, come in.” 

As I entered, the familiar luxury of Gabriel’s apartment surrounded me. 

The place was like a fortress–dark tones, sleek lines–a space as commanding as the man himself. 

Jane led me through the hallway, then stopped. “Mr. Storm is in the kitchen. I’ll leave you here.” She smiled again before disappearing down the hall. 

Chapter 110: Dressed Up Just For Him 

Kitchen? My brow lifted. What was he doing there? 

Thad been to Gabriel’s apartment before, so I remembered my way around. As I approached the kitchen, I heard his deep, rich voice. 

“In here.” 

I stepped in–and froze, Gabriel stood by the stove, stirring a pot of sauce. 

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. The sight was shocking. Gabriel Storm, the picture of control and power, cooking? For me? 

“Mr. Storm… in the kitchen?” I gasped playfully. “I would have expected a renowned chef.” 

He glanced over his shoulder, flashing that irresistible smirk. “Let’s just say I wanted to make tonight more special by cooking for you myself.” 

Something in his tone softened me instantly. My heart skipped a beat. 

“I never would’ve thought you could cook.” 

“There’s a lot you’re yet to find out.” He set the spoon aside, turning his gaze back to the stove. 

“Have a seat. Dinner will be served soon. Apologies–we’re running behind schedule by fifteen minutes. Had an important call earlier.” 

“So particular and orderly. I love it, Mr. Storm.” I teased, tiptoeing up behind him, peeking over his shoulder to see everything he was cooking. 

He sensed me instantly. In one swift motion, he spun around, wrapping his hands around my waist as he pressed his hard frame into mine. 

“Easy, Mr. Storm, we haven’t even had dinner yet,” I murmured, placing my hand on his firm chest. 

“You’re the one sneaking up on me, young lady, and I can’t help it… If you smell and look this good…” 

His eyes darkened, slowly traveling down my body, pausing at every curve. The heat in them made my pulse race. 

“You look… breathtaking,” he murmured, voice dropping. “That dress–dangerous.” 

Warmth spread across my skin. I leaned in closer. “I dressed up just for you.” 

He smirked, gaze never leaving mine. “And I approve.” 

“I want to help… What do you need?” I asked. 

“Nope.” His voice was firm. 

“But… I can’t let you-“I tried to protest, but the look he shot me left no room for argument. 

“Sit. Watch.” 

“Aye, Captain…” I sighed dramatically, walking back and sliding onto a stool at the island counter, watching him move. 

Every movement–precise, calculated. 

He cut vegetables and chopped onions with ease, stirring sauces with practiced hands. The man did everything with intention. 

The longer I watched, the more drawn I became. 

He made cooking look… sensual. 

Soon, he plated the meal. “Dinner is served.” 

Grilled steak with roasted potatoes, steamed vegetables, and a side of garlic butter sauce. 

“I have to say, Mr. Storm, you’ve outdone yourself. This looks… delicious.” 

Gabriel leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, his eyes drinking me in. “Take the first bite and tell me then.” 

My eyes shut for a second as I lifted the fork to my lips, savoring the rich flavors. 

Then, with a satisfied hum, I gave him a thumbs–up. “It tastes divine.” 

A pleased expression played out on his face before he gestured toward the dining table he had set. 

We sat across from each other and began eating. 

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My cheeks stayed warm the entire time, like e achosight on date with her och Bar the war some fleeting crush. Gabriel was so much 

When we finished, we cleared the dishes together moving in sy as I was shine this a hundred times 

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“Wow… I’m impressed. Dinner was amazing Chef’s kiss made a dramatic gene gra 

Gabriel chuckled, wiping his hands on a towel. Thank you, my sweet im glad you enjoyedt 

I leaned against the counter, arching a brow. Now that dimer’s over the distes are done… what’s next 

His lips curled into a mischievous grin as he reached for the wine glasses. “Ace” 

“Hmm?” I tilted my head, intrigued. 

He grabbed a bottle of wine, expertly pouring us both a glass. When he handed me mine, his fingers brushed over mine, sending warmth straight through me. 

“To more wins,” he murmured, holding his glass up. 

I smiled, my heart fluttering. “More wins,” I echoed, clinking my glass against his. “And… thank you. For tonight. For opening up to me.” 

His expression softened. “And thank you for giving us a second chance.” 

I took a slow sip of my wine, meeting his gaze. “Mr. Storm, I have to say–I don’t regret my decision yet.” I 

teased 

His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Yet?” 

“We’ll see how the night goes.” I giggled. “So tell me, where did you learn how to cook so well?”