Adrian’s POV I was already buzzing, slightly tipsy, when my fist slammed against Nicole’s door. I didn’t even know why I came here. Maybe because I couldn’t face the betrayal, not from my father, and sure as hell not from Clairessa. The woman I trusted. The one I would’ve done anything for. The anger burning inside me was eating me alive. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw it, my father’s pants shoved down, his body pressed over Clairessa’s naked skin. Her hands clawing down his back. Her legs wrapped tight around him. That sight wouldn’t leave me, no matter how hard I tried to block it out. It was there every time I shut my eyes. I shoved the heel of my hand against my temple as if I could pound it out of my skull. But it wouldn’t leave. And worse? The embarrassment. Me, down on one knee with a ring in my hand, the whole world watching me pour out my heart to her, only for her to rip herself away and run. She left me there like a pathetic fool in front of everyone. “Fuck,” I his
Gabriel’s POV I closed my eyes, exhaling the truth. “A while.” Adrian’s expression shattered. “A while?” He staggered back, disbelief shifting into anguish. “So you’ve been screwing her in this house? While I was here? While I…” His voice broke, and I couldn’t bring myself to answer. Adrian’s chest heaved. “Your silence says it all.” His voice dropped lower. “Did you know she was my girlfriend when it started? When you began… whatever sick thing you both have been up to?” I met his furious stare. “Clairessa and I met at a club. We had a passionate moment. I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. And she didn’t know I was your father.” “Liar!” he spat. “You wanted the truth,” I barked back. “That’s the truth.” His laugh was harsh. “Fine. Let’s say I believe that. What about when you found out? Did you stop?” I drew a deep breath, my throat tight. “Lord knows I tried. I broke up with her when I realized. I fought my feelings, but I couldn’t… it was impossible. With time, we found
Clairessa’s POV “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath before shutting my eyes. “Look at me, Gabriel,” her tone grew husky and more desperate. I reluctantly opened my eyes to tell her off. Then she cupped her breasts, squeezed them together, and with a seductive slowness, rolled her thumbs over her nipples until they peaked. “You used to worship me when I did this. Don’t tell me you feel nothing now.” But I did feel something. Disgust. Not desire, or temptation. Just an overwhelming wave of revulsion. Her lips parted in a low moan, a sound meant to entice but only grating against my patience. She took a step closer, then another, hips swaying as if she still had power over me. “You couldn’t resist me,” she whispered, voice trembling between lust and fury. “Anytime I touched myself like this, you lost control.” She pinched her nipple, gasping theatrically, eyes closing as though she were caught in some ecstasy I didn’t share. “I don’t believe you don’t wan
Gabriel’s POV I stood there, chest heaving, my fists still throbbing from where I hit my own son. The guilt hit like a tidal wave, but behind me, I heard her. Clairessa’s breath hitched, and when I turned, her tears were spilling freely. She clutched the edge of the couch as though it were the only thing keeping her upright. “Gabriel,” her voice cracked, trembling. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to ruin what you and Adrian had.” I moved without thinking, kneeling in front of her, catching her hands before she could pull them away. She tried to retreat, but I held on. “Don’t say that,” I whispered, though my voice shook. “Don’t you dare put this on yourself.” She shook her head, her sobs breaking loose. “It’s all my fault. You just hit your own son, because of me.” I drew in a jagged breath. The truth burned. Yes, I had struck him. And yes, it was killing me. But... “I wasn’t just going to stand there and let him tear you down. Demean you. Call you things you’r
Gabriel’s POVAdrian stood at the end of the living room, his face twisted in horror, his eyes wide at the sight before him.“What the fuck?” his voice cracked, rage and disbelief dripping from every word. “Dad…”Shame washed over me, heavy and choking. I scrambled up instantly, rising from Clairessa’s body.She gasped, pulling herself back, her hands shaking as she reached for her clothes.My instinct took over and I moved in front of her, shielding her from Adrian’s view.“Adrian… please.” I lifted my hands, desperate to calm him. “Calm down.”“Calm down?” He laughed bitterly, the sound broken, unhinged. “Are you fucking serious right now?”I swallowed hard, nodding once.My throat felt too tight to speak because he was right. Every word, every accusation and I had no defense.This was a disaster. I'd never planned for him to find out like this. My mind raced, had he followed me? How did he get past security? None of it mattered now. What mattered was stopping this fire before it bu
Clairessa’s POV The sound of his voice, the claim in it, tore a wild moan from me. He loved the sound, groaning even louder, like my cries drove him insane. He switched to my other breast, sucking harder, teasing until my nails dug deep into his shoulders. I couldn’t think or breathe. He owned every part of me. His hands slid lower, gripping the thin lace of my panties, tugging them down my thighs. I lifted my hips, eager, desperate, letting him strip me naked. I spread my legs for him without shame, opening myself completely. His eyes dropped between my thighs, and they darkened, hunger flashing like fire. “As much as I want to get on my knees and eat every inch of your sweet, tight heat,” he rasped, his voice ragged with need, “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.” My body shook, a burning need racing through me. “I need your cock inside me too.” That was all it took. He rose slightly, tugging his shirt off his shoulders, his chest heaving, muscles flexing. My breath h