FULL NOVELXO Chapter Dad By Oma 6
Chapter 6 What Have I Gotten Myself Into
Gabriel's POV
I couldn't believe what had just happened in the boardroom with the Next Generation team. The girl from last night, the one I had been trying to forget, was one of my employees. How could I have made such a huge mistake?
I had a strict rule: never get involved with anyone who worked for me. It was non-negotiable. But last night, from the second our eyes met at the club, something about her pulled me in. She was persistent, sneaking into the VIP area and even using the classic ‘spill a drink' trick to get my attention. And damn, it worked.
I couldn't shake the memory of her from my mind. The way her soft brown eyes looked at me, the way she begged me to take her... I could still feel the heat from her body. She had been drunk—so drunk that she passed out in my arms. I had to send for her friend and drop them home. The whole situation was a mess.
I needed more information about her, fast.
I paged Sandy, the manager of the team.
"Mr. Storm," her voice came through the line.
"Sandy, I need the details of everyone on the Next Generation team. Send them to me in the next five minutes." My tone was sharp, trying to hide the frustration.
"Of course, right away," she replied.
I stared at my screen, my mind restless until her email notification popped up. I scrolled through the list of names and faces until I found her.
There she was—innocent and professional in her picture, but I knew the truth now. "Clairessa," I muttered under my breath, the memory of how she moaned under my touch rushing back. Just thinking about it made me hard. I shifted in my seat, forcing myself to focus on her profile.
Her full name was Clairessa Hartwood. She was 23, so she hadn't lied about her age. She looked so much younger, which was why I had hesitated at first. But when she told me she was 23, I couldn't hold back anymore. I gave her every chance to walk away, but she begged me to take her-and I almost did. That wasn't like me.
I've always kept my relationships casual, with mature women who understood the rules. No commitment. No strings. I was the one in control. But last night, she came after me, and I fell for it.
The worst part was, I wanted her again despite knowing I couldn't have her. She was too young, too involved now, and she worked for me. That made her off-limits. She had to stay off-limits, and I hoped she understood that too.
I was lost in these thoughts when my phone rang. It was Adrian.
“Hey, son... What's going on?" I asked, trying to push thoughts of Clairessa aside.
“Dad..... I need to see you,” Adrian's voice sounded strained like something was seriously wrong.
“Is everything alright?" I asked, immediately concerned.
"I can't talk much on the phone. Can we meet for dinner at the restaurant?"
"Is it urgent? You know you can tell me anything," I pressed, worried.
"I know, Dad. Dinner's fine. Does 7 p.m. work for you?"
“I'll make it work,” I replied, and the line went dead.
I leaned back in my chair, trying to figure out what could be wrong. Adrian's well-being was my top priority. We were close, especially after I raised him alone when his mother, Angelique, cheated on me with one of my closest friends. The pain still felt fresh—being betrayed by two people I loved and trusted. After the divorce, Angelique gave me full custody of Adrian, saying she couldn't live with the shame of her actions and the heartbreak of our separation, so she ran.
In her absence, I spoiled Adrian too much. Over the years, he became arrogant, reckless, and spent my money carelessly. Recently, I began changing that, pulling back on the extravagant requests and making him earn his way. The restaurant was his last chance to prove himself. I just hoped whatever was wrong this time wasn't too serious.
My PA's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Mr. Storm, your 11 a.m. meeting is waiting in the boardroom," Tems, my trusted assistant, informed me.
"Thanks, Tems," I said, straightening my tie.
I stood up, heading out of my office, determined to push my worries aside for now.
When I arrived at Adrian's restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Everything seemed to be in order, and Adrian was doing a commendable job with the place. At 7 p.m. on a Monday, the restaurant had a decent number of clients, which made me curious about what could be wrong. Adrian usually called for private meetings when he had messed up and needed either money or advice. I wondered which it was this time as I spotted him.
Dad," he called, walking over to greet me.
"Son,” I said warmly, embracing him. I noticed the weary look on his face and felt a twinge of concern.
"Let's sit in my office," he suggested, glancing at me for consent as he led the way.
“Sure,” I replied, following closely behind.
When we reached his office, it looked more organized than I had expected. My worry eased a little. "What's wrong, Adrian?” I asked, breaking the silence as we both sat down.
"Dad...I.. screwed up," his voice broke off.