Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

* Chapter 93: ShowHow Good You Are 75% Clairessa's POV As we rode in the back seat on our way to the club, Gabriel sat beside me, tensed, his energy vibrating with something primal. I could feel it in the way his fingers tapped against his knee, his frustration obvious. Then, without warning, he turned to me, his face hardened. "So helpGod, Clairessa, if any of those crazy bastards cnear you tonight, I'll be going to jail for fucking murder." I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief as I placed a hand on his chest. "Gabriel, no one is hurting anyone tonight. And no one is going to jail." His fingers curled into a fist on his thigh. "As long as they keep their damn hands off you, everything will be fine. Because if they don't, I swear I'll make them regret it.” I smirked, my eyes meeting his as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Gabriel... tonight is about Serand Raquel," I reminded him. “Let's focus on that." He sucked in a deep breath, as though trying to calm himself. “I'm well aware. That's the only reason you're wearing this damn dress." "Got you, Mr. Storm," I replied, sarcastically. His gaze dropped to my legs, then back to my face. Without another word, he reached for me, his arm circling my waist, pullingcloser until my thigh brushed against his. His other hand moved lower, sliding over my bare skin, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on the inside of my leg, pushing the fabric higher. My breath hitched. "Every inch of you is mine," he murmured, his voice heavy with possession. "And I'll make sure you don't forget it." I gasped as he gripped my inner thigh, his fingers pressing against the thin lace of my panties. A shiver coursed through me. Then he pulledonto his lap. And kissed me. Not soft. Not gentle. It was raw. Punishing. Possessive. His mouth dominated mine, his tongue sliding past my lips, tasting, claiming. His fingers gripped my waist, guidingagainst him, lettingfeel just how much he wanted me. "Let them look," he growled against my lips, his breath hot, teasing. "Let them fucking stare. Because by the end of the night, the only nyou'll be screaming is mine.” His hand slid further, his fingers barely almost touching where I ached for him. "Gabriel," I whispered, my body betraying me, arching into his touch. His smirk was dark, sinful. "That's right, sweetheart." A deep, trembling breath escaped me. The club was exclusive and extravagant-nothing like I had expected since it was on the island. Music pulsed through the air, vibrating in the vast space as Gabriel heldclose, guidingthrough the sea of people toward the VIP section. His grip on my waist was firm and possessive, making a silent statement. The bodyguards followed closely, and I could feel curious stares as we passed. Raquel and Serwere already waiting, so we made our way toward them. My dress had done exactly what Gabriel feared-it drew attention. I felt the heated gazes of men as they admired the sheer fabric, the high slit, and the way it hugged every curve. Gabriel's hand tightened around me, his posture stiff, his body pressed so close I could barely breathe. His hold wasn't just protective-it was a warning, a bold claim. I belonged to him, and he wanted everyone to know it. pounding beneath our feet as we raised our glasses in celebration. "To Serand Raquel!" I echoed above the Moments later, we were seated in the VIP section, the music cool music, raising my glass in a toast. Glasses clinked, and everyone cheered. Serturned to Gabriel with a wide smile. "I'm the happiest man in the world because she said yes..." "I bet you are," Gabriel replied, lifting his glass in acknowledgment. Raquel beamed, pressing a lingering kiss to Sergio's lips before facing us. “And I'm the happiest woman because I'm marrying this stubborn man who hascompletely in love with him." Sergio's gaze shifted toward Gabriel, his smile turning knowing. "To healing from the past and finding the love of our lives." I knew the toast was meant for Gabriel, whose face remained unchanged in its stoic form. "I wish you both all the happiness in the world," I finally spoke, raising my glass. "Thank you, Claire," Serreplied, clinking his glass against mine. "Who knows-Gabriel might just be next..." Serteased, but Gabriel wasn't amused and cast him a warning glance. "Or not..." Serchuckled. "My mi amor and I will get back to dancing." Serand Raquel were lost in each other, kissing and touching as they moved to the music, completely consumed by their love. They danced as if they were the only two people in the room-truly drunk in love. I watched, admiring how deeply in love they were, and silently wished that maybe, one day, I could be genuinely in love with a man who lovedback. But after Adrian's betrayal, I had beca woman I barely recognized. I shook the thought J 11:22 Fri, 21 Feb 75% Chapter 93: ShowHow Good You Are

away and turned to Gabriel, who sat besidelike a vigilant bodyguard. He hadn't moved to dance or even sway to the music. Instead, one hand was on his phone, while the other gripped my waist firmly, as if afraid something drastic might happen if he let go. I found it subtly amusing, though I also noticed how he had grown colder since we arrived at the club. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. Leaning in close, my lips brushed the shell of his ear. "Mr. Storm, remember this is an engagement celebration, not a boardroom meeting." His lips curved slightly, a hint of humor in his eyes as he put his phone away his focus now splety on me. Clairessa..." he sighed, his voice barely audible over the music. "That's why I'm sitting here, even when I have... more...delightful plans." His tone dipped lower. "Yet here I am, sharing in their happiness." I shot him a questioning look. "And how exactly are you sharing in the happiness when you look like a bodyguard on high alert rather than a man enjoying the night?" Gabriel pressed closer, his fingers now biting into my skin. "I have you by my side, so I'm enjoying myself just fine." I rolled my eyes. "Mr. Storm, that's not how it works. We're supposed to be dancing and celebrating with them, not sitting here like two sad souls." "Sad souls, huh?” he mused darkly, his hand sliding to caress my inner thigh. "How about we bid goodnight to the happy couple and go back to have a wild night-just us?" His breath was hot on my skin, his hands sending a rush of heat through me. His fingers were sliding dangerously close to my panties when I firmly gripped his large hand and placed it back on his thigh. I shot him a mock-angry look. "That's not the kind of fun I was talking about.” “I guess I tried,” he murmured, throwing one hand in the air in surrender while relaxing into his seat. But his other hand remained possessively on my waist. I shook my head in disbelief and took a sip of my drink, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat. Almost immediately, Gabriel grabbed my hand and shook his head, his gaze narrowing as he leaned in close. "I don't want you getting drunk tonight. Not for what I have planned," his tone turned serious. My breath hitched. Maybe this night would end on a good note after all. "Oh?" | smirked, leaning in closer. "How about you showsof those plans now... on the dance floor?" Read

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