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THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY MAMA

"Why can't you come back? My heart beats only for you. Your sight alone quenches my thirst and hunger. Come back to me and I'll accommodate both you and your daughter," he broke into a weak sob "Come back to me, lest I die," he breathed heavily, holding his chest as he voiced the words "Oh, Edward!" Her rehearsed self-control slipped from its firm stand "I want nothing more but to stand in your arms forever," she sighed, "But I'm no more the girl you used to love, I'm a Prostitute." Orphaned Roxanne, manages to land a job as a cleaner in a very prestigious company after four years of waiting helplessly. But this job comes with many tasking responsibilities that keep her forever on her toes. One of them being the fact that she has to keep herself from drowning in the grumpy CEO's lusty bed However, withholding herself from falling into lusty temptation isn't the only struggle she has to face, as she is doomed to find out that the secret of her birth family has been lying beneath her nose, that her moral self-control against lust has slipped out of place and given way to a seed that has zero chance of knowing a father and that there is a concentratedly dangerous killer who would not rest until she has been reduced to ashes.

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Chapter Twenty-seven

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

EDWARD'S POV

The curtain had taken care to move a little to allow the morning light to pierce through the window to awaken me. I groaned frustratingly. It seemed all the elements in the universe had joined forces to torment me.

 Without opening my eyes, I let my hands wander to the side of the bed where Roxanne was supposed to be but felt no one. But she was here a while ago, or was it all a dream? 

Certainly, some of it must have been real. The honey-tasting pink elevated dots on her twin oranges and the little opened cave seen when the two human locomotor machines had parted. They had to be real.

I thought I had passed the age where wet dreams were a frequent occurrence. Why then did it always find a way to implant itself in my dream?