Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 243

Clairessa’s POV

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed. “What the fuck are you doing in Clairessa’s room?”

Angelique blinked, unfazed. “I should be asking you, Gabriel. What are you doing in your son’s girlfriend’s room… while she’s dressed in nothing but a towel?”

Gabriel’s fury ignited instantly. “You’ve got some goddamn nerve to question me in my own house.”

“I didn’t mean to…” she began, hands lifting defensively.

“You never mean to,” he cut in harshly. “But you always do, don’t you?”

Angelique exhaled, trying to keep her tone calm. “Gabriel, I’m not here to cause trouble. I simply asked the help where Clairessa’s room was because I thought it might be nice for the two of us to have a little girl talk. That’s all.”

“You have no right to ask about Clairessa’s room,” Gabriel barked. “And you sure as hell don’t get to try and speak with her. You don’t even know her.”

“I…”

“I don’t want to hear from you,” he growled. “You need to leave. Now. And do well to stay out of my way while you’re under my roof.”

I knew I needed to step in before it escalated further. Gabriel’s chest was rising and falling too fast, his fists clenched. He wasn’t just angry, he was done.

I gently placed a hand on his chest. “It’s okay, Gabriel,” I murmured, grounding him.

Then my gaze shifted to Angelique. “She wants to talk? Then we can talk.”

Gabriel looked down at me and leaned in. His voice was low against my ear. “Are you sure? I don’t trust her.”

I nodded once. “I’ll be alright.”

He hesitated, eyes searching mine, then gave a small, warm smile. “Text me immediately if something feels off. I’ll be right here.”

“Aye, Mr. Storm,” I replied with a faint smirk.

Gabriel turned his full attention to Angelique, his tone biting. “If you say or do anything out of line, anything I will throw you out myself. Don’t test me.”

Angelique said nothing, but her lips pressed into a tight line as Gabriel walked out slowly, making it clear she was on borrowed time.

Once it was just the two of us, Angelique stepped forward.

“I apologize,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to barge in.”

“It’s fine,” I replied, tight-lipped.

She didn’t stop there. Her heels clicked gently as she began walking around the room, eyes trailing over the furniture and the elegant finishing.

“This room feels more like a mini apartment than one of Gabriel’s usual guest rooms,” she murmured, voice light but undeniably suggestive.

I wasn’t going to give her the reaction she was fishing for.

“What can I say? Mr. Storm has been really kind to me,” I answered curtly.

More than kind, I added silently.

She paused, turning to face me with a faint smile. “My son and husband must really like you.”

I bristled. Husband? Did this woman have amnesia, or was she intentionally trying to get under my skin?

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