Gabriel’s POV
"Mr. Storm…" Clairessa’s voice echoed softly through the intercom, and something inside me tightened.
"Clairessa, my office. Immediately," I said, my tone firm, my mood darker than I cared to admit.
Ever since that night at my house—the night I lost control and let the passion between us overtake me—she had made it a point to avoid me. She barely spoke to me, kept her distance, and buried herself in work as if nothing had happened. I should have been relieved. After all, I was the one who pushed her away, drawing a line between us that she now refused to cross. But instead of relief, all I felt was... emptiness.
I missed her.
God, how I needed to see her. It was something I didn’t even want to admit to myself. Yet every time she walked into a room, the atmosphere
