All Chapters of Loved By A Real Man: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Gregory," Rosie gasped, her head thrashing as the orgasm poured through her. His sweat dripped onto her chest, and his hips were tireless as he stroked his magnificent penis into her over and over, rolling and thrusting, shallow then deep. "You feel so good, angel. You’re going to make me come again." He groaned, and she panted for breath, boneless, sexually filled and tired in a good way from his unrelenting demands. The few days they'd spent on the Beach had been amazing. She wasn't just happy, she was sexually sated. Having started herself on the pills weeks before they left Palverase, she went ahead to seduce Gregory at every opportunity that presented itself and each time, he'd take her with skilled precision, imprinting onto her brain and her body that she belonged to him. That she was his and he could do whatever she wanted him to, on her body. It made Rosie so hot with need each time she thought about his prowess in bed. "Angel,"

Gregory and Rosie arrived back in Palverase on Sunday morning. They'd spent the journey back in each other's arms, kissing, touching, laughing, whispering and sleeping. It was just 6:15 am when they drove into Gregory's apartment. Dean was already waiting when they arrived at the airport, and the journey to Gregory's home was a smooth one.Gregory unlocked the door for them, and they entered the darkened space. Dean took their bags upstairs and when he got down, the lovebirds went up to Gregory's room.Helping her out of her clothes and giving her one of his clean tees and shorts, Gregory gave Rosie one of his soul-melting kisses."Go to bed, Angel; you need more sleep."She nodded and crawled into the bed. His arm went round her middle and he kissed and rocked her to sleep. When Rosie woke up again, it was almost twelve. Gregory was nowhere to be found. She surfed through his wardrobe and found two new dresses that were placed just close to the wardrobe do

The soft hum of the city outside the mini-conference room at Global Link was barely noticeable as Rosie's voice echoed in the room. The room was modern and sleek, with large windows letting in the afternoon light, which cast a warm glow on the furniture surfaces.She clicked through the slides on the screen, her voice was steady and enthusiastic as she explained the ideas behind the campaign. Her hands moved expressively as she described the visual elements, the excitement of her recent engagement still buzzing through her. With each gesture, the light from the windows managed to catch on her engagement ring, sending tiny sparkles across the room.Her team members watched on with excitement, and her Boss, Bernard Bruce, also watched intently. He nodded at the points she made, but his gaze occasionally flickered to the diamond ring that she was unknowingly showcasing with every wave of her hand. “Miss Bainer," Bernard started, "as usual, the visuals are spot-on,” He

Oblivious of the simple impact her hand gesture had made, Angie continued chatting with Annie. Evelyn managed to keep her composure for the rest of the meal, but her mind kept racing with questions and doubts; 'How could this be? Was it a coincidence, or was there a deeper connection she hadn’t yet uncovered? And most troubling of all, what did this mean for Rosie, who was on the brink of marrying Gregory?' After dinner and clearing the dining area, they all retired to the sitting room. At this point, Evelyn knew that one thing was clear, she needed to ask about the ring Angie had on, since she couldn’t get herself to ignore what she had seen, but also couldn’t jump to conclusions without more information. They all settled into the sofa, and Annie tuned the television to her favorite channel while trying to convince their guests that the programme being shown on the TV was amazing. With a gentle smi

A few days later, Rosie found herself standing in front of Gregory’s home, with her heart pounding in her chest. The last few days had been nothing but a whirlwind of emotions for her, and she hadn’t been able to find any peace. She needed answers, needed to know if the man she loved had any part in the crazy-dark story her mother revealed.Just as he promised, Gregory had sent her a message, updating her on Angie's health and even told her when she was discharged from the hospital. But he never called; she figured it could be his own way of trying to give her time, but even the explanation didn't make sense to her because she was in dire need of closure, at least.However, she didn't bother calling him either, maybe she really needed time to absorb everything, just that she had no idea yet.When Gregory opened the front door, he looked surprised, happy and relieved to see her. His eyes, which were usually so warm, were shadowed with worry, and he immediately sensed