All Chapters of Learning To Love Again With My Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dave’s pov It’s been almost a week since I lost everything that I have worked hard for. My investment that I thought that the Morgan’s family were about to give me back. If I had known, I wouldn’t have allowed Gwen’s seduction to take me away. She made me leave Amber, someone who went as far to almost reclaim all of my properties. If not for Amber, I wouldn’t be living in this house that was initially taken by the Morgan’s family. Why was I so foolish that I let go of the woman that loved me so much. She did all she could to help me stand back financially. As I was still thinking of my life while on the bed, my phone rang. I turned and looked at the screen and saw that it was Benson called. I immediately returned to my previous lying position. Since Benson came and saw me drunk the other day, he had tried his best to help me. But I can’t work under anybody for now. He has successfully arranged for an interview for me and I guess that was why he was calling me now. The interview w

Author's pov Mrs. Morgan was in her room at Adrian's house, having stayed there for the past three days without any intention of returning to her husband's house. It was morning, and she was alone when suddenly Dora entered the room, engrossed in a phone call. Mrs. Morgan was startled, causing the phone in her right hand to slip from her grasp. Dora had a habit of entering her room without knocking, and both of them were still in their nightwear. Dora walked silently to the other side of the room near the window, oblivious to the fact that her sudden appearance had startled Mrs. Morgan. "Why didn't you knock? You startled me," Mrs. Morgan said, picking up her phone from the floor. However, Dora remained silent. Still a bit upset, Mrs. Morgan approached her, subconsciously seeking an apology. When she turned Dora to face her, she noticed that Dora was crying. Mrs. Morgan's initial anger dissolved, and she gazed at Dora, contemplating how to address her tears. Before she could say

Author’s pov Adrian raced towards his father's house, his heart pounding with fear. On his way here while in his car, he had gripped his phone, tempted to make some calls about the situation, but his mother's words kept resurfacing, holding him back. As he arrived, he hastily parked the car without bothering to lock the door and hurried inside. "Good morning, sir," some of the guards greeted him, but he disregarded them and proceeded indoors. He made his way to his father's sitting room, only to find it empty. It was as he expected, so he hurried to his father's bedroom, but his father was nowhere to be found. Exiting the room, he encountered one of the guards near the dining room. "Where is my dad, and which hospital have they taken him to?" he asked, but the guard was shocked, and he was unable to respond quickly due to the shock caused by Adrian's words. "Are you deaf?" Adrian raised his voice. "Sir, your father is upstairs with a friend." "Are you insane? Do you think I'

Author’s pov Mrs Morgan felt a burning sensation all over her body as she could hold back Dora from leaving Adrian’s home. As she reflected on the fact that her only son had left the house to go and meet Amber, she moved around the large sitting room. Her hands were on her back and she was thinking about what to do. “If Adrian had even chosen Anita, the heir to Charlton’s corporations, it would have been better.” She thought and walked up to the wine bar. “Ma, breakfast is ready!” The cook said. “Get out of here,” she shouted. She stood and lost the desire to drink any wine again. Her face was furious. She couldn’t believe seeing that she had lost some large percentage of control over her son that always wanted to please her. Filled with countless thoughts, she collected the glass cup and forgot to take a bottle of wine with her as she walked back to the chair she was sitting down on. “How dare Adrian refuse to listen to me? Never will I accept Amber as the wife of my son.

Amber's pov Adrian's fingers were the most loving and his lips were the most sensual. His touches felt like ripples through my body. Like a love-struck patient, he gave me a satisfying dose from his very first touch. We kissed our way into a house I had never entered before, and my giggles in the car must have aroused him the more, as he started unbuttoning my top inside the car. He carried me out of the car like a newly wedded bride, and our lips remained locked together. All the doubts my grandmother had shared about our relationship faded away at that moment. The way he carried me made me feel the hardness of his manhood. He dropped me onto the bed and tore my top off, as if it was blocking his view. Removing my bra was effortless. I could see the muscles of his arms rippling under his skin. He kissed me passionately, from my lips to my chin and down to my neck. Why was he so aggressive, as if we had been apart for a long time? Such intense desire might be the result of a long