All Chapters of Falling For My Ex's Dad: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Clairessa POV Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, my office door swung open—without a knock. And, of course, the last person I wanted to see waltzed in like he owned the damn place. Adrian. A smug, cocky grin stretched across his face, his usual entitlement so suffocating it was almost unbearable. Anger surged through me. My fingers gripped the edge of my desk tightly as I shot up from my chair, eyes blazing. “What the hell are you doing in my office?” I demanded, as he approached my desk. Adrian lifted a hand, attempting to calm me, completely unfazed. “Claire, relax. As much as I’d love to say I’m here just to see your pretty face—” His grin faltered for a second before he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m actually here because of my dad and his never-ending need to control my life.” My brows furrowed. “Your dad?” A jolt of worry shot through me—had he talked to Gabriel? Did he know about me? But I refused to let him see even a hint of it, so

Gabriel’s POV As I leaned back in my first-class seat, I loosened the top button of my shirt and exhaled slowly. This felt like the longest business trip I’d taken in a while—not because of the actual time but because I hadn’t wanted to go in the first place. I had missed Clairessa the entire time. That alone was enough to drive me insane. It was supposed to be a two-day trip, but I had managed to cut it short. The meeting had gone smoothly, the CEO had signed the contract, and everything was in place. I should have felt satisfied, but my mind wasn’t on the deal. It was on her. We had barely spoken yesterday. I had seen her missed calls and messages checking up on me, but I’d been trapped in a deadlocked meeting, unable to step away. By the time I was free, it was already too late to call. Even now, my first instinct was to pick up my phone and hear her voice. But I didn’t. I wanted to surprise her. All night, I had been thinking about my life. I was turning forty-five s

Gabriel’s POV I glared at Nicole, reluctant to entertain whatever nonsense she had concocted. But curiosity got the better of me. I opened my laptop, pulled up my inbox, and clicked on the new message from her. The image loaded. My heart stopped. The photo showed Clairessa—my Clairessa—lips locked with another man in her office. The impact hit me like a blow to the gut. The world around me blurred as the betrayal burned into my mind. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I stared at the image, trying to make out the man’s face, but the angle was wrong. The only thing clear was Clairessa—the way her body leaned into him, the way her hand pressed against his chest. The same hands that had touched me. The same lips that had whispered my name. Betrayal stung so deeply, threatening to break through, but I forced myself to stay composed, to keep my expression blank, even as my insides burned. Nicole’s voice snapped me back to reality. “Mr. Storm, in case you're doub

Clairessa’s POVWalking down the hallway, I clutched my phone tightly in my hand. I had called Gabriel a dozen times, left messages that went unanswered, and sent texts that remained on “read.”I felt uneasy, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong.Just as I neared the elevator, movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention. Nicole. She strutted toward me with an exaggerated sway of her hips, tossing her hair back like she owned the place. I bit back a groan—of all people, she was the last one I wanted to deal with right now.I quickened my pace, determined to get into the elevator before she could reach me, but she sped up, closing the distance in an instant. Just as I reached the doors, she stepped in front of me, blocking my path.She fixed her gaze on me, wearing that infuriating, condescending smirk that made my teeth grind.I fought the urge to shove her aside. “Move, Nicole.”Her smile widened, making it clear she was deliberately trying to get under my s

Gabriel’s POVThe bass thumped through the walls of the VIP lounge, loud and chaotic—like the thoughts swirling in my head. I sat on the leather couch, whiskey glass in hand, surrounded by bodies moving to the heavy pulse of the music.Girls were grinding against the poles—shaking their hips, each one doing her best to earn my attention. The owner had apparently heard I was in the building and sent in his best—his “favorites,” as he called them. The ones who knew how to put on a show.They were barely clothed—skimpy shorts clinging too tightly to their asses, leaving nothing to the imagination. Long legs, smooth thighs, fully on display.Sweat glistened on their skin under the flashing lights as they wiggled and moved, casting flirtatious glances my way, hoping to be the one that got picked.One of the girls approached my table, her eyes fixed on me, attempting to seduce me with a gaze that clearly drank in my body. She stopped in front of me, then bent over, hands grazing the floor,