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 POV Gabriel’s tongue gave my slit one last slow, teasing lick, his mouth lingering on my clit just long enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me. Then he pulled away, leaving me aching and desperate for more. I winced in frustration, already on all fours, my knees pressing into the sheets. His hands gripped my waist—firm, possessive—positioning me exactly how he wanted me. His cock rubbed against my entrance, teasing, coating himself in my wetness. Then—he drove into me. Hard. Deep. A soft cry escaped my lips as my body shook from the impact, my fingers clutching the sheets as the sting of his intrusion melted into raw pleasure. He stretched me open. The pressure, the sheer size of him, sent a shudder through my body. “You're so tight… so wet for me," he groaned against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Like you were made for me." His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my spine to arch as he buried himself inside me.
Clairessa’s POV "Say you'll never leave me..." Gabriel's husky voice demanded, his lips tormenting me with wet kisses. "I..." I opened my mouth to respond, but before the words could leave my lips, a loud, insistent banging shattered the moment. I forced my eyes open, my lashes fluttering as I tried to adjust to reality. My hand instinctively reached for Gabriel’s side of the bed—but it was empty. Cold sheets. I blinked, my senses catching up. And then it hit me. It was a dream. Gabriel wasn’t here. I let out a quiet groan, rubbing my eyes as I slowly sat up. A dull ache settled in my limbs, a reminder of last night. A frown tugged at my lips as I glanced around the room. No sign of Gabriel. Had he gone to the balcony? Maybe the bathroom? I was about to call out for him when the knocking came again, firmer this time, pulling me from the fog of sleep. With a heavy sigh, I threw the sheets off me and stood. My body felt exhausted in places I hadn’t even realized could be
Clairessa’s POV My eyes locked onto my reflection in the mirror, forcing myself to stay strong. "You’ve got this..." I whispered to my image staring back at me. Then, with a deep breath, I grabbed my toothbrush, attempting to scrub away every taste of him in my mouth. I turned the shower on and stepped under the cold spray, letting it wash over my body. I scrubbed with more force than necessary, desperate to rid myself of every lingering scent and trace of him. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let the water run over me, my hands pressing against the cool tile. But the soreness between my thighs was a constant reminder. The sting on my ass where he had spanked me over and over… By the time I was done, my skin was fresh, clean—and even though I was still sore, I felt like myself again. Or at least, I tried to. Just as I finished dressing, a knock sounded at the door. Brenda. Right on time. I let her in. She moved around the room, folding my clothes, putting my shoes away like
Gabriel’s POVA fucking cruel asshole. That was the best way to describe me after what I’d done to Clairessa. I had fucked up. Badly. I knew it the moment I left her. The moment I walked out of that villa, telling myself it was for the best. That leaving without a word—without facing her—would make it easier. I told myself that maybe, if I put enough distance between us, I could forget her. But I was wrong. Because every second, every breath, every damn moment since I left, she consumed me. I closed my eyes, and there she was—imprinted in my mind like a brand I couldn't erase. Her soft moans echoed in my ears, the way she had begged me to take her, the way her body trembled beneath me, completely open and willing. I groaned, running a hand over my face, trying to push the thoughts away. But it was useless. I could still taste her on my tongue, still feel the way she melted under my touch. No matter how many times I took her, no matter how many ways I made h
Gabriel’s POV Clairessa stood in front of me, gripping the door like she was debating whether to slam it in my face. Her eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, I saw it—the shock, the hesitation, the way she swallowed hard like she needed a second to process that I was actually here. "Mr. Storm…" Her voice was steady, but her expression was anything but. "What are you doing here?" Mr. Storm. Formal. Cold. Like I was just her boss. Like I hadn’t had her beneath me, moaning my name, begging me to take her. I deserved that. Ignoring her question, I took a step forward, pressing just enough weight against the door so she had no choice but to move back. She did, reluctantly, but only an inch—like a challenge. She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt that fell to mid-thigh, her toned legs bare. Her hair was thrown up in a messy bun, loose strands framing her face. She looked effortlessly beautiful. And I wanted her. Even now, when she was furious wi
Gabriel’s POV I stepped closer, reaching for Clairessa’s hand. She pulled me back for a moment, then slowly let me take it. Her hand felt delicate in mine, like I might break her if I wasn’t careful. I looked into her eyes and whispered, "I could never have my fill of you." I confessed, baring my emotions, hoping she could see I was being sincere. "You don’t know what you do to me... I don’t think I could ever get enough of you." She yanked her hand away, her eyes flashing with anger as she turned her back to me. "I'm done with your games, Gabriel," she retorted. "Teasing, taunting… using sex as a weapon to control me, to own me. But you give me nothing in return." Her words hit me hard, sinking deep. I knew she was right—I had almost nothing real to offer her. Yet, I couldn’t let her go. My hands gently rested on her shoulders as I turned her to face me. She was trembling, and I could see it wasn’t just from anger—it was from hurt, too. "Clairessa, I’m sorry… about that
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
Clairessa’s POVMy voice cut through the room, stopping Gabriel in his tracks.“No… I didn’t,” I choked out, my chest tightening, hands trembling at my sides. “This was a stupid plan. One I never should’ve gone through with—”He turned around slowly to face me—but I kept going.“But don’t stand there acting like you’re innocent. You cheated on me, remember?”His eyes darkened, pain flashing before it drowned in fury.“Don’t you fucking—” He stepped forward, his voice tight with rage.“Liar,” I spat, stepping into the fire between us. “I walked in on you and Nicole. Naked. In your bed. Don’t stand there pretending you ever gave a damn about me… about us.”“I was drunk, Clairessa!” he exploded. “I didn’t even know how I got home! Nicole told me I kept calling your name all night—like a pathetic mess. Over and over again. She didn’t touch me. Nothing happened.”I shook my head, unable to erase the image burned into my memory. “You expect me to believe that? That you just conveniently end
Gabriel’s POV “Which part?” I growled. “Dating my son? Or crawling into my bed, moaning my name like it meant something?” “No one sent me.” “Still lying,” I hissed, gripping her arms—maybe too hard, but I didn’t care. Not now. I needed the truth. I needed it like air. “You don’t just fall into bed with two men from the same bloodline by accident. So who the hell sent you?” She writhed in my hold. “I’m telling the truth! Gabriel, you’re hurting me. Please…” “Not until you tell me the truth,” I bit out. “This is mercy compared to what I’ll do if you keep lying.” My fingers sank deeper into her skin. I shut down whatever was left of my conscience. I was done being reasonable. The truth was coming out—no matter the cost. “I know you planned this,” I growled. “Every move. Every kiss. You made me fall while you played your sick little game. So tell me—who sent you?” “I’m begging you,” she sobbed, struggling against me. “Let me go, and I’ll tell you everything.” I stilled.
Gabriel’s POV I gripped the edge of the desk in my home office, holding it firm like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. I needed to act. Needed answers. The damn truth I grabbed my phone and hit the contact for Clayton—my PI. He picked up on the first ring. “Clayton,” I growled the moment I heard the click. “I was just about to call you,” he replied, voice tight—strained in a way that was unusual. “What did you find?” I demanded, not even bothering with a greeting. There was a pause. “Gabe…” he began, and that hesitation told me everything. Clayton never stalled. Never stumbled. He was a blunt, straight-to-the-point bastard. If his tone had changed, I knew the news was going to rip through me like a blade. “Just tell me,” I snapped. “This finding might shock you. I don’t know how to—” “Bloody hell, speak, Clayton. Now!” I barked. His delay was shredding what little patience I had left. I already knew—I just needed him to confirm it. “It’s... it’s going to hit har
Gabriel’s POV“Adrian… playing savior to a woman while your business circles the drain? That tells me your priorities are completely out of whack. Why bring her here of all places? What happened to your loft?”He shot me a bitter look. “You already know what happened. You refused to help out when the restaurant got scammed. So I had to let go of the loft in order to pay staff. Keep the business alive.”“That’s not my business,” I said flatly. “I gave you a choice: come work at the company or deal with your mess. You chose. Don’t come crying now.”Adrian rubbed the back of his neck and looked down.I continued, “You know how sacred this house is to me. I’ve always had a no-guest policy here. So why the hell bring her here? A hotel, a friend’s place—anywhere but here.”Adrian met my stare. “I’ve been staying here ever since I gave up my loft. Naturally, she’d stay with me. And no, I can’t afford a hotel right now.”“Adrian,” I said, stepping forward, “don’t you get it? I’m trying to set
Gabriel’s POVI hadn’t even gotten the chance to process the smell of fresh coffee before my entire world tilted.There she was.Clairessa.In my kitchen. In my home.For a split second, I thought I was hallucinating—still trapped in a half-dream.But the second her eyes met mine—wide, horrified—and the coffee cup slipped from her hand, shattering on the floor, I knew I wasn’t dreaming.No. This was a goddamn nightmare.She stood barefoot in an oversized shirt and shorts, her hair in a messy bun, like she belonged here. Like she lived here. Like she had every damn right to stand in this house—my house—looking so comfortable, so familiar, in a place that was meant to be off-limits to the world.What the hell was she doing here?Before I could even find my voice—before I could demand an answer—Adrian burst into the kitchen.“Clairessa!” he exclaimed, rushing to her side like I wasn’t even there.He glanced briefly at the shattered cup and then ignored it completely, focusing only on he
Clairessa’s POVAfter soaking for what felt like hours, I finally stepped out of the tub. The warmth lingered on my skin as I wrapped the towel around my body and padded back into the bedroom. Everything Adrian brought was neatly folded on the bed. I dried off slowly, then changed into his oversized T-shirt and shorts. They were loose, soft, and comforting in a strange way. They smelled like Adrian—his masculine scent, not too strong. Like the warmth I used to know. Warmth I no longer trusted. I sat at the edge of the bed, hair damp and skin tingling from the heat of the bath. The silence grew heavier, pressing down on me, suffocating my insides.And that’s when it hit me hard.My life had crashed to an all-time low in less than twenty-four hours. The walls felt like they were closing in, the ceiling pressing down, making it hard to breathe.I needed someone. I needed to hear a familiar, warm voice—someone who knew me, who would listen and understand.Someone who saw