Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Ex's Dad: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

Gabriel’s POVMy fists clenched at my sides with the effort it took to hold myself back. When I finally spoke, my voice came out rough—too rough—but not from anger. From the desire still burning inside me, aching to be let out.“I gave you an almost impossible task,” I said, steadying my breath. “And you still delivered more than I ever expected. You salvaged the pitch. You made Randolph stay. You saved this deal.”My gaze dragged over her slowly—as if my eyes had a will of their own. It halted on the slow, sinful rise and fall of her chest, the soft curve of her cleavage just barely visible through the parted fabric.Each breath teased the opening wider, tempting me to look longer… to fall deeper.A fresh wave of heat surged through me, stirring a throbbing ache tightening in my pants—one I fought hard to ignore.I ran a hand down my face, trying to refocus—and tear my eyes off her breasts before I lost control. Before I ripped that flimsy button wide open, shoved the fabric aside, a

Clairessa’s POVStill trying to catch my breath after what just happened in Gabriel’s office, I stepped into the hall—only to come face to face with the last person I wanted to deal with.Adrian.Leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting all day.He straightened the moment he saw me.“Clairessa—hey, wait—”“No.” I brushed past him, but he fell into step beside me.“Just let me explain. Please.”“You had all day yesterday to explain,” I snapped, not slowing down.“I called you over a hundred times. And instead of answering like a decent person or replying to a single text, you ghosted me—knowing how important today was. And now I’m supposed to stand here and listen to whatever crap you have to say?”He dragged a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t thinking straight after our last conversation. I… I just need you to try to understand me.”I stopped mid-stride and spun on him.“Understand you? You mean like I was supposed to when you cheated? Or today—when I had to cover for you becau

Clairessa’s POV At a closer look, the mystery man was tall and lean, with sun-kissed blond hair that brushed his shoulders and a clean jawline. Striking bone structure—surfer-model attractive. An effortless charm played across his face, and his eyes brightened the moment they landed on Jess. He stepped back with practiced ease, meeting both our gazes. “Jess. I thought that was you.” I smiled, slow and knowing. “Yes. It is definitely Jess.” Jess shot me a daggered look that could've sliced the champagne glass in my hand. I grinned back. “How do you know my friend?” He extended a hand, his voice calm and laced with amusement. “I’m Brian. We met at an art exhibition in Florence. Brief... but memorable.” Jess muttered under her breath, “An experience I’d like to forget.” Brian tilted his head. “Sorry, I missed that?” “She said she’s surprised to see you. That’s all,” I cut in sweetly, flashing a casual smile. “I hope it’s a good surprise, then.” He held out his hand again. “Fo

Gabriel’s POV I’d been pacing back and forth across the living room like a lunatic, my fingers raking through my hair so much I could’ve torn it out. It was past midnight. Adrian still wasn’t home, but he wasn’t the reason I was close to losing my mind. Clairessa hadn’t come back either. No call. No text. Not even a damn emoji. I’d reached out all day—called, messaged. Nothing. And of all the damn days she could disappear on me, it had to be today. It had to be this one. The day I’d planned a grand surprise for her—just for her. I’d been working on it for weeks. Quietly. Meticulously. Had people handling the details, making sure everything was ready. And today—of all days—it was finally done. And the timing couldn’t have been better. She’d crushed the pitch on the Randolph Project—I watched her speak, command the room, leave everyone floored. Even Randolph himself, the CEO, looked at her like she was the best thing to happen to his company in a decade. I was so damn proud.

Gabriel’s POV I shoved the thoughts of Adrian out of my mind. This moment was mine—no matter the cost. Nothing was going to stop me. Not now. I placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her chest, trailing slowly along the dip of her cleavage, and paused when I felt her breath hitch. Her skin was warm under my lips, flushed—responding to every touch. As I looked up, the reality hit me like a jolt of lightning—she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples strained against the thin black fabric, betraying how much she wanted this. A violent need tore through my chest. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I caught one nipple through the dress,ateeth grazing it, biting down just enough to make her whimper—a mix of pain and pleasure—and then my tongue asoothed where I’d marked her, slow and reverent. Her fingers curled into my hair like she wasn’t sure whether to pull me closer or push me away. “Stop this,” she breathed, her voice barely holding. My mouth stilled. I looked up at her, fingers still ro