Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel)

Chapter 62: Dealing With His Jealousy

Clairessa's POV

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Chapter 62: Dealing With His Jealousy

"Let me help you," I countered, regaining my stance as I took a cautious step toward forward.

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"Stop." He shook his head. "There's broken glass," he muttered, his voice low as he pointed at the floor. "I

don't want you to get hurt."

I followed his gaze and looked down. That's when I noticed a tray of glasses had shattered into pieces around his feet. He bent down clumsily, his movements sluggish as he tried to pick up the shards.

Ignoring his warning, I carefully stepped around the glass and knelt in front of him. “Let me help,” I Insisted, my hands already reaching for the broken pieces.

"You never listen, do you?" he snapped, as his larger hands covered mine, pulling me to my feet. His grip was strong despite his clumsiness. He lifted me away from the broken pieces and set me down firmly at a safe

distance.

Once my feet were back on solid ground, I looked up at him. His eyes were glazed and dark.

"When I give you an instruction, you bloody obey-no questions asked," he growled, his tone commanding.

I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my annoyance with his need for control. "Mr. Storm, you know I don't do well with following orders. So quit trying to boss me around when all I'm trying to do is help."

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his messy hair. “I'm fine. Go back to bed,” he mumbled, but his

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words were slurred and his stance shaky.

I could see that he wasn't fine. He was far from the composed and controlled man I was used to seeing. "It doesn't look like you're fine," I retorted.

The smell of whiskey on his breath and his disheveled appearance told me everything I needed to know.

“Mr. Storm, you clearly have been drinking.” I shot at him, disappointed that he would rather drown himself in alcohol than communicate his emotions like an adult.

His head tilted slightly, and he stared at me, his gaze piercing. “Maybe.”

“Mr. Storm, drinking is one thing, but getting drunk like this-it's simply inappropriate."

“Inappropriate?” he repeated mockingly, his voice rising. “You want to talk about what's inappropriate?"

My heart skipped a beat as his tone grew colder.

He took a step closer and his expression darkened. “What's not appropriate is your little thing with Daniel."

The anger inside me rose. “Mr. Storm, I've told you before-there's nothing going on between me and Daniel. I won't keep repeating myself."

“Don't lie to me!” he barked, his voice raw with anger. “I saw him helping you take off your dress at the pool. The way you laughed with him. What was that?"

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My brows furrowed, tired of his jealous outburst. "What you think you saw wasn't anything inappropriate. Daniel and I were just enjoying the afternoon like you told me to! Remember your text?"

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"I told you to enjoy the resort, not fucking flirt with him!"

"I wasn't flirting!" I shot back, tired of his accusations and his constant need to see things that weren't there.

And at the meeting earlier, you

were blushing and shamelessly batting your eyelashes at him,” he

continued, his tone filled with jealousy.

I threw not doing this with you tonight," I retorted, tired of his

up my hands, exasperated. “Mr. Storme chauvinistic display of masculinity.

I turned to leave, done with his tantrums, but before I could take another step, his hand grabbed my arm, yanking me back toward him with a force that left me breathless.

My body pressed against his hard, muscular chest, and a rush shiver shot through me. His arm wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me in place. His eyes burned into mine with an intensity that made my heart. race. "Do you like him, Clairessa? Do you want him?”

I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm the wild emotions he was arousing in me. How could he not see it? How could he be so blind to how I felt about him?

Finally, I found my voice, though it shook with frustration. "What if I do? Why do you care so much? You've made it clear that we can't be together, that I'm not your type, that I'm too young. So why does it matter to you if I like Daniel?"

His face hardened once more, as jealousy flashed in his eyes. "Clairessa, don't push me," he warned, his tone rough. His breathing grew heavier,

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“Or what?” I challenged, ensuring my emotions.matched his. "You'll threaten me again? I'm done with your games, Mr. Storm......"

Before I could say another word, Gabriel's lips crashed onto mine. His kiss was fierce and demanding. leaving me stunned. I gasped in shock, my heart racing as a rush of heat spread through my entire body. His tongue brushed against my lips, teasing and seducing me until I couldn't resist anymore.

A soft moan slipped from my lips as his tongue slid into my mouth, meeting mine. The way our tongues moved together felt like a dance, leaving me breathless and light-headed.

His kiss wasn't just desperate—it was possessive and full of need, like he was trying to claim every inch. of me. My body seemed to give in completely, melting into him, drawn by a force I couldn't fight.

I wanted to push him away, to stop, but his touch was overwhelming. My body burned with a need so strong that it felt impossible to resist.

His hands slid into my hair, gripping it tightly as he deepened the kiss. I felt his fingers tighten, holding me firmly in place as his lips devoured mine, leaving no room for me to back out. Heat radiated between us, and I could taste the whiskey on his breath, the intoxicating mix of him clouding my senses.

When he pulled away slightly, his lips brushed against mine, teasing me, before trailing down my jaw. His stubble grazed my skin, leaving a delicious burn as his mouth moved lower. His lips latched onto my neck, kissing and sucking until I felt electricity shoot through every nerve in my body.

His hands caressed down my back, gripping my waist before sliding up to cup my breast. The sensation sent

a shudder through me, my nipples hardening instantly under his touch.

But just as quickly, reality crashed down, jolting me out of the moment.

"Stop," I whispered, my voice shaky. I pressed my trembling hands against his chest, forcing some space

between us

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