Semua Bab Falling For My Ex's Dad: Bab 91 - Bab 100

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 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 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 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 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.