Clairessa’s POV
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, squinting at the bright screen. Several missed calls from Adrian stared back at me, twisting the knife already lodged in my chest. I had thought he was the love of my life, the one I would marry and finally give myself to on our wedding night. But all those dreams shattered when I found him in bed with another woman.
My fingers hovered over the call log, but I couldn’t bring myself to listen to his voicemail. I tossed the phone onto the bed, the pain of his betrayal still fresh. Last night, I had tried to forget what I’d seen, but it was still there, hiding beneath the surface, ready to pull me down again.
Jess sat beside me, watching my expression. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.
“I don’t know,” I said, my voice low. “I feel... confused. I just saw Adrian’s missed calls and voicemails, and now I feel like I cheated on him. Damn it... I feel just like him."
Jess shook her head. "No, you’re nothing like that jerk."
"I am," I muttered, clutching my head as more memories of Gabriel’s hands and lips came flooding back.
"Claire..." Jess grabbed my shoulders, shaking me a little. "You’re not like Adrian. What happened with Gabriel was a reaction to what Adrian did. You’re not at fault."
"But I am." I groaned. "You warned me to stay away from the dangerous man at the club, but I didn’t. I followed him into a dark hallway, and we... we..." My voice faltered as I tried to piece together what happened. "We had sex, I think... I’m not sure. Everything’s a blur. I regret it all now... My first time, with a stranger, in a hallway."
"Are you talking about Gabriel?" Jess asked, unsure.
"Yes... Gabriel... that’s what you said his name was."
Jess gave me a small, knowing smile. "Don’t worry. I don’t think you guys went that far. His men came to find me at the club. They told me you passed out in his arms."
"Are you sure?" I asked, panic rising. The blurry images in my head didn’t add up.
"I don’t know everything, but I don’t think it went as far as you fear," Jess reassured me. "But right now, you need to get ready. Don’t let last night mess up your first day at your dream job."
"My dream job is at Adrian’s father’s company. And now, after everything, I don’t know if I can do it," I admitted, feeling torn.
Jess gave me a sympathetic look but clapped her hands together, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You worked hard to get this job. You went through all those interviews and screenings, and now your app—that assistant thing—is going to change the business world.”
"You mean my Hart app," I corrected her, knowing Jess didn’t really get what it was about. "It’s an app designed to help businesses organize data in one place."
"Yeah, yeah," Jess waved her hand. "This is your chance to work your way up and pitch it to the CEO for funding. Don’t let some jerk ruin what you’ve been working on since college. Enough wallowing, Claire. Show them who’s boss."
"You’re right! Forget Adrian!" I said, feeling a surge of energy. "I earned this. No one there knows we were dating. I’m going to show them I belong at Storm Innovations." The determination I needed rushed back as I jumped out of bed and hurried to the shower, ready to shake off the hangover and emotional baggage.
After my shower, I stood in front of my closet, unsure of what to wear. Today, I had to make a strong impression. The old Clairessa would’ve chosen something simple, but today, I grabbed the navy blue body fitted dress Jess had given me for my birthday. The dress screamed confidence and power. This was the new me—not the girl who had been cheated on and betrayed.
Dressed and ready, I met Jess in the living room. "How do I look?" I asked, smoothing down the front of my dress.
Jess grinned and gave me a thumbs-up. "You look like you’re ready to take over the world. Go get ‘em."
With a deep breath, I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door, determined to leave the past behind—at least for today.
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When I arrived at Storm Innovations, I was greeted by Sandy, my manager. She was friendly, introducing me to the team with a warm smile. “We’re having a meeting with the CEO shortly,” she said as we walked through the sleek, modern office. My heart raced with excitement. Working at a top tech company has always been my dream. Adrian had once offered to set up a private meeting with his dad so I could pitch my app to him, but I turned him down. I wanted to earn my place, not get it because I was Adrian’s girlfriend. That’s why I applied for the job and entered their Storm Generation contest. The competition was open only to company engineers, and the interview process was tough, but I made it. It felt like a dream come true. My goal was to win the contest, pitch my app, and get it funded.
As we approached the boardroom, anxiety welled up inside me. I stepped in and found a seat as everyone settled in.
"Let’s all get settled. Mr. Storm will be joining us shortly," Sandy said with a smile as she took her seat.
Everyone went quiet, and a wave of anxiety coursed through me.
I was finally going to meet Adrian’s father. A knot formed in my stomach. I hoped he wasn’t like his lying, cheating son. But none of that mattered—all I needed was funding for my app..
My breath caught in my throat as the powerful man from last night walked in and sat at the head of the table.
I closed my eyes for a second, wondering if I was dreaming or if my mind was playing tricks on me.
When I opened them again, our eyes locked for a second, both of us clearly shocked.
But then, just as quickly, he switched to a stern, professional look, acting like he didn’t know me at all.
""This can't be real..." My thoughts went haywire. It was him. I couldn’t stop staring. He was just as handsome as I remembered. How could I forget those dark eyes that seemed to look right through me?
My gaze dropped to his hands resting on the table. Those hands that brought me so much pleasure.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Gabriel Storm, CEO of Storm Innovations. Welcome to our first meeting for the Storm Next Generation contest."
My head spun. Gabriel Storm… Adrian Storm.
Oh. My. God.
The man who gave me my first orgasm last night—the one who kissed me, touched me, and made me fall apart—was my boyfriend’s father.
My stomach dropped.
What had I done?
Clairessa’s POV The car hadn’t even stopped before Nicole had her face pressed against the window, buzzing with excitement. The second we stepped out, I had to admit—it was impressive. The kind of resort where the super-rich came to disappear for a weekend and blow off steam. Nicole gasped beside me. “Oh my God. This place is gorgeous! I mean—finally! I’ve always wanted to come on one of these trips.” I didn’t respond. I was too busy watching Adrian, who was oddly quiet beside her. Normally, he’d have something smug or self-important to say. But now? Silence. And for once, I hoped he’d stay that way. Nicole, of course, kept going. “Ugh, I swear, Claire. You always get picked for these things with Gabriel. You’re like, his star girl,” she said with a fake laugh. Then, under her breath, loud enough for me to hear: “Thank God he finally added me to one. I was starting to think I needed to do special favors to get selected too.” I stopped mid-step and threw her a warning glare.
CLAIRESSA’S POVGabriel was right.God, I hated that he was right.I couldn’t keep pretending nothing had happened between us—not after last night, not after what almost happened on the porch if Adrian hadn’t walked in. This fire between us wasn’t something I could just brush under the rug and keep walking.It shook me—to my core.And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t outrun it.I hadn’t been able to focus on anything since it happened. And maybe, yeah—I wanted him to sweat. To feel even a fraction of what I felt when he left me... when he handed me off like I was something to be passed down.But now, as my eyes searched his—caught the anguish etched across his face and heard the raw, unfiltered pain in his voice when he said we needed to talk—something inside me melted.He was watching me—those eyes dark, waiting, tense, like he was bracing for another blow. Ready to fight if I pushed him away again.For the first time in what felt like forever, I let my walls fall.“Gabriel…” I
Gabriel’s POV Lunch with Randolph was the last thing I wanted after everything that had gone down at home. We weren’t friends. We talked when necessary—during meetings, contracts, deals. That was the extent of it. But after the recent signing, he insisted we celebrate. Claimed he had a spot. Some overpriced restaurant uptown. I hadn’t even bothered to check the name. He was already seated when I arrived, grinning like we were old college buddies. Clearly riding high on the deal. “Gabriel,” he said, lifting his glass. “Look at us—partners in crime. Congratulations again on sealing the deal.” I gave a short nod and took my seat. “Suppose we have you to thank for the final push.” He chuckled. “You’re too modest. It’s a win on both ends.” He kept talking—rollout plans, future partnerships, maybe a European expansion. I tried to follow. But my head wasn’t here. It was with her. Clairessa. I let her take control. Let her lead. A liberty I hadn’t given any woman in years. But my
Clairessa’s POVMy phone buzzed.Jess: I’m outside.Outside? I blinked, frowning. Outside where? She never said she was coming over.Another ping.Jess: At the door.I shot upright in bed, blinking like I’d misread the screen. She was here? Now?What the hell?Grabbing my phone, I immediately hit call. “Jess?!”Her voice came through the speaker, full of excitement. “Oh my God, Claire. I know I came here last night, but I didn’t realize how beautiful this place was. Seeing it in the daylight? It’s actually insane.”I tossed the covers off and padded toward the bedroom door, still in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”“Obviously checking on you,” she replied, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “After everything with Adrian last night—and Gabriel’s emotionally constipated drama—you think I’d wait around for a text? Nah. I had to make sure you were alive with my own two eyes.”“You could’ve at least warned me,” I murmured, turning down the hall and heading to the access
Clairessa’s POV "Talk about what?" I kept my tone light—bored. It was too easy to play dumb. Too satisfying. He took another step toward me. I backed up until the cold steel of the patio railing met my backside. His eyes tracked the movement, and his lips pressed into a firmer line. "Don’t do this," he said—like he was pleading, but too proud to let it show. "Don’t do what?" I tilted my head. "I have no idea what you’re trying to talk about." He exhaled hard. "I’m talking about last night. About the intimate moment we shared." I arched my spine just slightly, sliding one foot forward to exaggerate the curve of my hips. The slit in the silk dress I wore rode higher on my thighs. I made sure of it. I blinked slowly. “Last night?” He stared. Waiting. I shrugged. “Can’t say I remember much.” A bold lie. Every damn second of it was burned into me. My thighs still ached. My lips still tingled from what I did to him. But watching that muscle in his jaw flex, watching his patience
Clairessa’s POV Gabriel sucked in a breath, hips flexing instinctively into my touch as I began to stroke him—slow, deliberate—from base to tip, letting him feel every inch of my grip. “Shit, Claire,” he groaned. One arm shot up to brace against the headboard, the other fisting the sheets like he was hanging on for dear life. I kept stroking him, merciless and patient, watching the way his cock twitched in my hand. How his hips tensed with each glide, every twist of my wrist. His body was betraying him—completely under my spell. His tip was slick, glistening. I dragged my thumb over it, spreading the precum in lazy, teasing circles. He bucked—once. Hard. I smirked. “Impatient?” “You have no idea,” he rasped, voice rough and tight. “You keep touching me like that, and I’m gonna come before you even—” I cut him off with a swirl of my tongue over the swollen head of his cock. He cursed low and guttural, his whole body writhing beneath me. His hips jerked as I circled the tip ag