novelxo Chapter Dad By Oma 84
Chapter 84: Dorking At Bahamas
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Clairessa's POV My eyes shot open as sunlight spilled through the cabin's window, warming my skin. I stretched lazily, feeling the soft sheets slip from my body. A delicious warmth spread through me, and a smile tugged at my lips as memories of last night came rushing back. Gabriel. His hands, his lips, his body-every touch had set me ablaze. He had made love to me with a sweetness and intensity I hadn't known was possible. I was no longer a virgin, and the realization felt... freeing. A part of me I hadn't known was shackled had been released. For the first time, I felt ready to explore, to embrace all the pleasures I had been missing out on. Unconsciously, I trailed a finger across my lips, remembering the feel of his kisses. My touch drifted lower, to my neck, where his lips had lingered, then to my collarbone, where his tongue had teased me. My fingers paused at my nipples, which still ached faintly with the memory of his mouth. "Look who's finally awake.” His deep, rich voice startled me out of my thoughts. I gasped, clutching the sheets to my chest as my head turned toward the sound. Gabriel stood casually by the window, holding a steaming cup of coffee. His dark eyes smoldered as they took me in, and a cocky grin spread across his face. “Gabriel...” I managed to stammer, my heart racing. "Good morning to you too," he greeted, taking a sip of his coffee. His tone was light, but his gaze was anything but. “I see you slept well." wasn't expecting to see you here,” I mumbled, unaware that the sheets had slipped further down my body. "Oh?” He raised a brow, "we're on a yacht, Clairessa. Where exactly did you think I'd be?" His mocking tone made my cheeks flush. "Well, for starters, you scared me,” I shot back, trying to sound confident, but as I spoke, I noticed his gaze wasn't focused on my face. My eyes followed his line of sight, and heat coursed through me as I realized where he was staring- straight at my exposed breasts. I crossed my arms over them quickly, my cheeks flushing. His grin widened, mischievous and entirely too cocky. "Now, now," he teased, setting his cup down on the nearby table. "There's nothing to be scared of when you're with me." Before I could respond, he began walking toward the bed, his steps confident and unhurried. He wore a plain white T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and jeans that hung low on his hips. His dark hair was slicked back, and the sunlight streaming in made him look almost too perfect to be real. I was so caught up in admiring him that I didn't realize how close he'd gotten until he sat down beside me, his intense gaze locking onto mine. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice softer now, filled with genuine concern. “I..... um...” I stuttered, suddenly hyper-aware of his closeness. The heat radiating from his body made my pulse race. "Fine,” I mumbled. “Good," he murmured, his fingers reaching out to trace a line down my neck. The simple touch sent shivers racing down my spine, and I couldn't stop the small gasp that escaped my lips. His dark eyes studied me carefully, as though he were searching for something. "Is something wrong?” “I hope not.” His hand moved to trace my shoulders and back, his touch both tender and possessive. “Your skin looks flawless, thankfully,” he said after a moment, his tone playful yet inspecting. “Apart from being flushed, everything else checks out." He stood abruptly, like a doctor concluding an exam, and I stared at him, confused. Was he checking to see if he'd hurt me? The thought made my heart soften. “I told you, I'm fine," I added, trying to sound unfazed by him. But as I spoke, I realized the sheet had slipped away from my body, leaving me completely naked. I clutched my knees to my chest, trying to cover myself, my cheeks burning. His smirk returned, and his eyes glinted with amusement. “It's too late to be shy, my sweet,” he teased, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. His gaze lingered on me, making me feel exposed in more ways than one. “I'm not shy.” I lied, my voice defensive even as heat crawled up my neck. Last night had been in the dark, daring, and full of passion. But now, in the bright morning light, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. There were parts of my body I wasn't proud of, and his gaze felt all too knowing. "Mm- hmm," he hummed, clearly unconvinced. "If you say so." I watched as he walked back toward the door, his confidence infuriating and captivating all at once. He paused, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. “I have a business call to handle,” he said. “That should give you plenty of time to freshen up. We'll be docking soon." “Oh... I'll be ready.” I replied quickly, watching as he turned and left. As the door closed behind him, I exhaled deeply, feeling relieved to be alone. Gabriel had an uncanny way of leaving
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Chapter 84: Dorking At Bahamas.
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me feeling both flustered and electrified. I glanced toward the bathroom, deciding to shower before facing him again. Whatever the day held, I needed to be ready-for both him and the effect he had on me. -I stood by the railing, my hair blowing in different directions as I took in the paradise before me, still in awe of where we had docked. Gabriel had told me we were arriving at a private resort in the Bahamas—somewhere I'd never been but had always dreamed of visiting. And now that I was here, it was even more beautiful than I had imagined. A small group of resort staff stood waiting, dressed in crisp uniforms, their smiles as bright as the sun. "Welcome to Dream Island," one of them greeted warmly, bowing slightly as we approached. I barely heard him, too caught up in the beauty around me. "Thank you," I managed to say, before turning to look at Gabriel. Predictably, he was on his phone, finishing one of his endless calls. I was starting to get used to it—he was always going to be working, no matter where we were. A gorgeous woman stepped forward, her confidence making it clear she was in charge. “Hello, Mrs. Clairessa. My name is Brenda, and I'm the resort manager. We've been expecting you and Mr. Storm,” she greeted, her voice warm but professional. “Oh, nice to meet you, Brenda.” I smiled politely. “And the resort-it's absolutely stunning." Brenda's expression brightened at my words. “It's great to hear that you're pleased,” she responded, though her eyes subtly moved past me toward Gabriel. Her smile grew even warmer as he finally joined us, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Mr. Storm, we're delighted you've arrived safely," she welcomed, as they both shook hands. "It's good to see you again, Brenda," Gabriel replied, his tone familiar. Something about the way they spoke-the ease in their interaction- told me Gabriel had been here before. Probably more than once.