Clairessa’s POVI swallowed hard, knowing Raquel was right."Why would Gabriel bring you on vacation with his most trusted friend unless he liked you? And don’t even try to deny it! You're sleeping with your boss." I covered my face with my hands. “Raquel, you are so—” "Honest? Raw? Blunt?" She grinned. "I know." I exhaled. "Hmm…" I hesitated before adding, "What if, hypothetically, we were doing what you’re accusing us of?" She smiled triumphantly. "If you and Gabriel are, then I fully support it." She squeezed my shoulder gently. "I’ve been where you are—falling for a complicated man, scared about what’s next. But if I can give you one piece of advice, it’s this: follow your heart. Even if it sounds cliché. At least then, you won’t live with regrets.” I sighed, my eyes scanning a set of round silver balls that caught my attention. I picked them up, examining them curiously. Raquel’s voice squeaked from behind me. “Oh, I’ve tried those! What an experience.”I dropped them
Clairessa’s POVAs I stepped out of the bathroom, Gabriel was leaning against the desk, his phone in hand, looking devastatingly sexy in a crisp black shirt with the top few buttons undone. His attention was fixed on his phone—until he looked up. The moment his eyes landed on me, his entire demeanor changed.Shock. Hunger. Possession.I expected this reaction. I knew he’d lose it when he saw me in this dress.His gaze dragged over me—slow, piercing, scorching hot. His jaw clenched. His phone slipped out of his fingers and thudded on the table. “My sweet…” His voice was rough, dark. He stalked toward me like a predator, his eyes locked on my skin. The intensity of his stare alone sent a delicious shiver through me.“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he murmured, reaching for me. His fingers trailed along my collarbone and then over the sheer fabric that hugged my curves. His touch grew bolder as he let his hand wander just above my hip. "Your skin and this dress... it’s as if th
Clairessa’s POVAs 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 help me God, Clairessa, if any of those crazy bastards come near 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 Sergio and 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 on
Clairessa’s POV Gabriel’s face hardened back into its usual stoic mask. “Clairessa, I’m not taking any chances with you shaking any part of your body for the drunk men in this room to watch.” I scoffed. “Gabriel, I’m going to be dancing with you. So if there’s any body shaking, it’s going to be for you. That’s kind of how dancing works,” I retorted sarcastically. “Clairessa, I’m still not taking any chances with you in this damn dress.” “What’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like any of the men here could—” His cold, lethal gaze cut through me, silencing me instantly. Fine. Overprotective mode was in full effect. I sighed dramatically and turned to face him fully. “All right then, Mr. War General.” I lifted my glass again. “I guess I’ll just keep sipping my drink while everyone else dances.” Gabriel let out a heavy breath, his teeth grinding as he grabbed the glass from my hand and set it down. “Just one dance.” I smiled excitedly, tilting my head to brush a
Clairessa’s POV Gabriel glanced at his phone. His face tightened—it was obvious the call was important. His thumb hovered over the decline button, ready to ignore it. I placed my hand on his chest and whispered, “It’s fine. You can answer it.” My voice was soft, reassuring.His jaw clenched. “Not a chance. I’m not leaving you alone in this place.” I let out a small laugh, tilting my head.. “Gabriel, it’s the VIP section. We’re practically the only ones here, and Sergio and Raquel are just over there.” I gestured toward the couple, still wrapped up in their own world. “You can take your call, and I’ll just be dancing until you’re back.” His gaze burned into mine. “Not a chance in hell.” Before I could protest, he let out a low groan, then grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the private seating area. He leaned down, whispering something to Sergio, who briefly glanced at me before signaling one of the bodyguards. The man moved closer, his presence a silent command. Gabriel tu
Clairessa’s POVDaniel stepped back, startled. But before he could react, Gabriel lunged at him. His fist collided with Daniel’s face, sending him stumbling back. The impact echoed through the room. Gabriel’s chest rose and fell, his breath ragged, his knuckles flexing as if itching for another hit. “That’s what I should have done years ago,” he spat, his voice filled with pure rage. Daniel regained his stance and wiped the blood from his lip, his own fury igniting like gasoline to a flame. “Why didn’t you?” he shot back, his stance shifting, daring him. “Guys—” Sergio shoved between them, placing a firm hand on Daniel’s chest. “Not here. This is the wrong place and time.” Gabriel's entire body vibrated with anger. After a long, tense pause, he finally spoke. "I’ll leave. Only because of you, Sergio.” Then, without a word, he seized my hand, his grip tight, giving me no room to protest. His hold was firm, possessive—as if staking his claim. I barely had time to process
Clairessa’s POV Gabriel walked ahead of me as we entered the villa, his broad shoulders tense, his entire body still radiating anger. "Gabriel," I called after him. He stopped but didn’t turn around. I quickened my pace, reaching out to wrap my fingers around his elbow. He was warm, his muscles rigid beneath my touch. Slowly, I turned him to face me, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might shatter. His face—God, his face—was a mess of bruises and fresh blood. A cut on his brow trickled crimson down his cheek. I reached up instinctively, brushing my fingers over the cut.He flinched. Pulled away. As though my touch burned. A deep ache spread through my chest. He wouldn’t even let me comfort him.Without saying a word, he strode to the bar, grabbing a glass with the same hands that had landed brutal punches just moments ago. He poured himself a glass of scotch. Then another. The silence pressed in, heavy, suffocating. I swallowed hard. “Gabriel, please… talk to m
Clairessa’s POVMy head spun as a mix of fear and excitement coursed through me; anticipation burned in my veins. I made my way to the bed, my knees sinking into the soft sheets as I pressed my hands against them. My thighs spread apart, revealing my warmth.A chill ran through me. I was completely open, vulnerable. I was sure he could see how wet I was, my arousal glistening at my entrance, silently begging for him.Instead of shame all I felt was an unbearable heat.Then I heard the rustle of fabric—the unbuckling of his belt, the slide of his zipper. A shiver raced down my spine.I didn’t turn. I couldn’t.I felt him before he even touched me—his presence, consuming, commanding.Then—he was behind me.His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping, pulling, forcing my head back as his lips crashed against mine.The kiss was wild and desperate.His mouth was hungry, devouring as they claimed every inch of my skin.His hands traveled down my neck, rough and demanding. He cupped my breas
Clairessa’s POVAdrian turned his head to look at me, eyes narrowing slightly. “What do you mean?”“I was angry that you cheated on me,” I whispered. “So I decided to get even… and I started seeing someone.”Adrian’s expression darkened; hurt flashed through his eyes before he quickly masked it. “Okay. So you were with someone while we were apart. If I’m being honest, I kinda suspected it… based on how quickly you seemed ready to move on from us.”He gave a short, shaky breath. “If that’s what this big talk is about, then… Clairessa, that’s not a crime. We weren’t together. You don’t have to beat yourself up over that. We can move on from it.”“Not when you find out who it was…”Adrian shifted and reached for my hands. “Claire, listen. I don’t need to know who the guy is. It doesn’t matter.”I stared at him, my throat tightening. “You don’t understand—”“Shhh…” Adrian hushed me gently, pressing two fingers to my lips. “I understand what you’re going through. I’ve carried my own guilt
Clairessa’s POV Gabriel didn’t look at me at first. His eyes stayed fixed on Gretchen, his tone calm but laced with a quiet threat. "Leave us," he said. Gretchen froze for a breath, clearly uneasy. "Of course, Mr. Storm." She slipped out without another word. And then it was just us—Gabriel and me. I barely had time to register the storm in his eyes before he crossed the room in three long strides and seized my elbow—not painfully, but firmly enough to jolt my heart. "Don’t get too comfortable in my house," he hissed. "You won’t be here much longer." I stared at him, stunned. Just yesterday, he’d been at my side, placing cold towels on my forehead, watching over me like I still meant something to him. He’d cared for me, staying by my side through the night. And for a moment, I let myself believe—maybe something in him had softened. Maybe there was still hope for us. But I was wrong. The anger was back—hotter, more intense. And I was foolish to think forgiveness would co
Clairessa’s POVAfter sleeping for what felt like forever, I finally dragged myself out of bed. My body still ached faintly, but compared to earlier, I felt stronger. No fever. No chills. Just a craving for fresh air and something cold to drink.I’d been holed up in that room all day, not just because I needed rest, but because it was easier.Easier to hide. Easier than running into Adrian and his mission to get me back… or worse, Gabriel and the drama that would unfold when he told the truth.The idea of running into either of them made my stomach twist, so I figured if I moved quietly enough, I could sneak down to the kitchen, grab a glass of juice, and return before anyone noticed.My throat was dry, parched even. I glanced at the empty glass on the nightstand and sighed. There was no escaping it—I needed juice.Slipping quietly out of bed, I padded across the room, easing the door open like it might squeak loud enough to call them both over.The hallway was empty. Good. I tiptoed
Clairessa’s POVMy body trembled, a deep shiver running through me like heat and cold were warring inside my veins.Through the fog, Gabriel’s voice cut in—urgent, panicked.“Clairessa... hey, are you okay? Look at me... please.”Then I felt his hands—lifting me, holding me close, peeling away layers of clothing…The dream came in flashes. The soft splash of water. His arms supported me as he bathed me—like I was breakable, like I still meant something to him.He dressed me gently, laid me in bed, tucked the duvet around me, then pressed a kiss to my forehead.When he turned to go, I reached for him, my fingers curling around his. I remember whispering it… three small words.“I love you.”A voice, distant and persistent, tugged me out of the warmth.“Claire… Claire…”My eyes flew open, blinking against the light. Adrian’s face swam into focus.“Thank God,” he breathed. “You’re awake.”I stared at him for a moment, disoriented, my heart still wrapped in the remnants of the dream. I gla
Gabriel’s POV “Dad?” I didn’t bother looking up as I stirred the pot, letting the aroma rise and fill the kitchen. “I’m here,” I called out. I heard Adrian’s footsteps draw closer. He stopped at the kitchen threshold, and the silence that followed stretched just long enough to make me smirk without turning around. “Wait—are you cooking?” he asked, disbelief lacing his voice. “Dad, I’m shocked. You haven’t cooked in… what, years?” I finally turned to face him, wiping my hand on the kitchen towel slung over my shoulder. “Gretchen told me earlier she had a personal errand to run and would be back by noon.” I offered a casual shrug, reaching for the ladle and giving the pot another stir. “I was hungry and couldn’t wait that long.” I could feel the lie burning on the tip of my tongue. Truth was, I wasn’t hungry. Eating was the last thing on my mind. The food I was cooking—it was for Clairessa. I wanted her to have something warm when she woke up, something to ease the aftermath of
Gabriel’s POV I gently pulled the duvet down and slipped my arms around her, lifting her against me. Her body was burning, her skin clammy, her breath shallow. She didn’t stir—just shivered helplessly in my arms, trapped in some fever dream. “Clairessa.” My voice cracked as I shook her gently, trying to coax her into consciousness. “Hey, open your eyes… please.” No response. “It’s me. Gabriel. I’m here,” I whispered, lifting her slowly into my arms and brushing damp strands of hair from her face. Her eyelids fluttered, and for a moment, they opened. Our eyes met—just briefly. She gave the faintest smile, soft and dazed—then slipped back into the fever, her eyes shutting again. Fuck. I had to do something. I lowered her carefully onto the mattress and rushed to the bathroom, soaking a towel in warm water. I came back and laid it across her forehead, holding it there, hoping to ease the heat. After a minute or two, I replaced it with a fresh one, trying to bring her temperatur
Gabriel’s POV I gripped the steering wheel. “Clairessa—” “You made it clear you’re never going to forgive me,” she said, cutting me off. Her voice trembled. “So it’s better if I go. At least that way, I don’t have to stand next to you, knowing you think the worst of me.” She paused, her eyes glassy. “That look in your eyes… like I’m something filthy. It’s more than I can take. So please… just let me go.” And then she turned and walked away. Just like that. For a moment, I just stared at her, stunned. Her words tried to cut deep into my heart, but I fought it off. How dare she try to make this about my reaction to her betrayal, when she should be grateful—that I was offering her a hand when she deserved far worse for what she’d done? This felt like classic manipulation, just like she’d done before. And I was on the edge of giving in to the voice telling me to turn back... but I couldn’t. Watching her stumble through the storm, drenched and defeated by the rain... It tore some
Gabriel’s POV I stood by the window in my bedroom, staring out at the heavy downpour, hoping the rain could somehow drown out the noise in my head. But it didn’t. The ache in my chest was unbearable. It felt like someone had torn my heart out with their bare hands, and I was still expected to function. To breathe. To move on. Clairessa lied to me. She deceived me. And no matter how many times I tried to reason it out—tried to stitch together a narrative that didn’t hurt as much—I couldn’t move past it. The sickest part? My own son was also in love with her. We both fell for the same woman. But I didn’t just fall. I plummeted. I let my guard down for her. Let her in like she was my second chance at something I didn’t even believe in anymore. Love. I told myself she was different. Safe. Real. Mine. But no. She wasn’t. She was exactly like Angelique. The same games. The same fake innocence. The same damn sweetness masking manipulation. Deception. Lies. And I bough
Clairessa’s POVAs soon as the door slammed shut, it felt like my entire world collapsed.A sharp, jarring pain tore through my chest, and I clutched at my heart instinctively, as if holding it might stop it from breaking apart.My legs buckled beneath me, and I crumpled to the floor, gasping for air as a sob ripped from somewhere deep inside me.I tried to silence it—to swallow the sound—but it was no use. I didn’t just cry. I broke down.Tears streamed down my face, falling freely onto the wooden floor beneath me.Gabriel’s last words echoed in my head again and again, each repetition cutting deeper into my already shattered heart.“We’re done. Nothing is ever going to happen between us again.”But it wasn’t just the words.It was the look in his eyes.A look that will haunt me forever.Disgust. Disdain. Like I was a mistake—a betrayal he regretted ever letting into his life.And what hurt the most wasn’t just losing him… it was knowing that someone who once loved me so deeply