All Chapters of Falling For My Ex's Dad: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Clairessa’s POV Gabriel’s expression shifted, softness melting into something darker, hungrier, as a low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest. “Now,” he muttered, voice rough, “can I get back to fucking you?” My eyes widened in mock outrage. “Mr. Storm… always so crude.” His lips twitched into a wicked grin. “Tell me you don’t like it when I get filthy for you… huh?” I tilted my head playfully, lips twitching, deliberately refusing to answer. He narrowed his gaze, leaning closer until his breath scorched my ear. “Sweetheart… I can make you tell me exactly what you’re feeling.” “Oh?” I asked, feigning innocence I definitely didn’t have. “And how would you do that?” His hand slid up, cupping my breast with a possessive squeeze. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric, and my breath hitched as his thumb traced slow, deliberate circles over my nipple, again and again. The friction made my skin tingle, the sensation spearing through every layer of my skin. “Yes…” I

Clairessa’s POV Today was Adrian’s birthday, and my heart wouldn’t stop racing. It wasn’t just a celebration, it was a turning point. Today marked either the beginning or the end for Gabriel and me. No matter how much I wished I could freeze time, it wasn’t possible. Tonight, Gabriel and I were going to tell Adrian the truth, that we were completely in love with each other and had been secretly dating behind his back. The thought made my chest tighten. I could already picture the fallout, the crash, the fight that would follow. But I forced myself to breathe. It was expected. And just maybe, in time, Adrian would forgive us. At least, that was the hope we held on to. Still, it hurt that it had to be his birthday of all days. A part of me felt guilty that we were about to ruin what should have been a happy day for him. But it wasn’t entirely our fault. The timing had been against us. These past few days Gabriel was always traveling, and Adrian had been buried in what he called his

Clairessa’s POV I burst out of the hall, the sound of voices still chasing me. Adrian’s voice cut through the chaos, shouting my name, his footsteps chasing after me. “Clairessa! Wait...” I couldn’t stop now. If I did, I’d fall apart. I shoved past the doors and into the night. The cool air hit my skin, almost biting, but I welcomed it. I sucked in breaths, deep, ragged, desperate, as though the air was the only thing keeping me from breaking apart. My hands shook as I wrapped my arms around myself, yet I couldn’t stop moving. I stumbled toward my car, fumbling with the keys until I got inside. My fingers trembled as I gripped the wheel. As I started driving, my eyes locked onto the ring, God, the ring, still on my finger, flashing under the city lights. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, slamming the wheel with my palm. The only reason I hadn’t flung that ring back at Adrian was because I couldn’t humiliate him in front of the world. The cameras, the pictures, it would’ve

Gabriel’s POVAdrian stood at the end of the living room, his face twisted in horror, his eyes wide at the sight before him.“What the fuck?” his voice cracked, rage and disbelief dripping from every word. “Dad…”Shame washed over me, heavy and choking. I scrambled up instantly, rising from Clairessa’s body.She gasped, pulling herself back, her hands shaking as she reached for her clothes.My instinct took over and I moved in front of her, shielding her from Adrian’s view.“Adrian… please.” I lifted my hands, desperate to calm him. “Calm down.”“Calm down?” He laughed bitterly, the sound broken, unhinged. “Are you fucking serious right now?”I swallowed hard, nodding once.My throat felt too tight to speak because he was right. Every word, every accusation and I had no defense.This was a disaster. I'd never planned for him to find out like this. My mind raced, had he followed me? How did he get past security? None of it mattered now. What mattered was stopping this fire before it bu

Clairessa’s POV “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath before shutting my eyes. “Look at me, Gabriel,” her tone grew husky and more desperate. I reluctantly opened my eyes to tell her off. Then she cupped her breasts, squeezed them together, and with a seductive slowness, rolled her thumbs over her nipples until they peaked. “You used to worship me when I did this. Don’t tell me you feel nothing now.” But I did feel something. Disgust. Not desire, or temptation. Just an overwhelming wave of revulsion. Her lips parted in a low moan, a sound meant to entice but only grating against my patience. She took a step closer, then another, hips swaying as if she still had power over me. “You couldn’t resist me,” she whispered, voice trembling between lust and fury. “Anytime I touched myself like this, you lost control.” She pinched her nipple, gasping theatrically, eyes closing as though she were caught in some ecstasy I didn’t share. “I don’t believe you don’t wan