Gabriel’s POV
Clairessa walked ahead of me, her towel wrapped tightly around her body. I followed, my jaw clenched, still fuming with anger from seeing Daniel too close to her, his hands helping her out of that dress. And then he had the audacity to tell me I had no right to control her. God! I should have punched that arrogant piss of s**t and put him in his place.
When we stopped in front of the elevator, she spun around to face me, fire burning in her eyes.
"Mr. Storm," she vents. "This stops immediately. You don’t get to order me around."
Her defiance only fueled my anger, but I kept it together. "Clairessa, you are not in a position to talk back," I shot back. My hands clenched at my sides as I fought to stay calm. She had no idea I was barely holding it together to avoid causing
