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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 ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE

ROXANNE'S POV

A strong warmth of assurance flooded my body, cooling my foul temper and screwing nails of hope into my heart. 

There was hope. Edward loved me. But would he stand by me if he found out my past, if he saw the video of my hanging legs and moany whimpers? Would he overlook all of that and stand by me?

My gaze lifted to meet his, and all thought vanished. All I could see was his lips that were calling dearly to me to have a taste.

As if he knew what was running through my mind he lowered his lips and kissed me. A passionate kiss that felt very painful because guilt had been stamped graciously in my heart. 

I took a longing grasp on his shoulders, pushing myself up so that his hard chest could squash my hard nipples into pregnancy softness.