Todos los capítulos de Falling For My Ex's Dad: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

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 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

Clairessa’s POV Gabriel chuckled softly, stepping forward with that confident stride of his. “You must be Jess.” He extended his hand. Jess straightened, smoothing her hair as if she hadn’t just been caught gawking. She took his outstretched hand, gripping it a little too eagerly. “And you must be the famous Gabriel Storm.” Her eyes practically sparkled. “In the flesh.” His grin was effortless. Then, turning back to me, Gabriel’s hand brushed against my cheek, lingering longer than necessary. His lips pressed lightly against my forehead, warm and possessive. “I’ll call you,” he murmured against my skin, his breath sending shivers down my spine. Then he stepped back. “I’ll let you two catch up. It was nice meeting you, Jess.” “The pleasure is all mine!” Jess exclaimed, leaning against the doorway, watching him leave with a look of admiration that quickly turned to mischief the moment the door clicked shut. “Claire…” She let out a dramatic sigh. “That man is the definition of

Clairessa’s POVI pushed open Gabriel’s office door, my pulse quickening at the sight of him. There he was, dressed in a crisp white shirt; the suit clung to his body, outlining every toned muscle. He looked devastatingly handsome.Focused on his laptop, brows slightly furrowed—the definition of power and control. But the second I stepped inside, his attention shifted to me.His gaze locked onto mine, then slowly traveled down my body. Warmth spread through me as his eyes lingered on my hips, my waist, my curves.I knew he was taking me in, devouring every inch, and I made sure to give him something worth looking at. I swayed my hips a little more, adding a subtle elegance to my steps, just to make him burn with need.I had chosen this grey body-hugging dress intentionally. It curved around me perfectly, and judging by the way his gaze darkened, he approved."Mr. Storm... You called?" I murmured, my voice sultry as I stood before his desk.Gabriel inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring

Clairessa's POV I could see the pain on Gabriel’s face when he mentioned his ex-wife. His fingers tightened around the stem of the glass, knuckles white. Even if he didn’t love her anymore, the look in his eyes made it clear—he wasn’t over the past. “Oh.” The word barely left my lips, my voice smaller than I intended. Gabriel let out a slow breath. “Cooking was something we did together. After the divorce… I just stopped.” I reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I’m glad you’re cooking again. And that it’s for me.” A faint smile touched his lips. “Talking about it is freeing, not having to keep it all bottled up… but I won’t lie—it’s also difficult. I felt ashamed for a long time, like her cheating meant I wasn’t enough, that she had to seek attention… love from somewhere else.” He let out a slow breath. “So, a part of me blamed myself.” My hand brushed against his forearm before my fingers glided over his knuckles, a gentle reassurance. “I know that feeling. Bu