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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-five

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ROXANNE'S POV

I shook my head vehemently at Mr. Edward's ridiculous suggestion; He wanted me to come live with him. His reason was that, he didn't want me to get hurt or kidnapped again.

"You need to consider it," he said in a friendly tone, towering over me.

Grumpy Mr. Edward, had suddenly turned into a kind and friendly angel. With a gentle smile on my lips, I recalled the few pecks he sometimes gave me. The pecks will work wonders in my aching throat whenever it is done.

He folded his large muscular hands and kept staring at me. He was putting on casual wear, a white polo, blue jeans and white sneakers. He had gotten the discharge letter from the doctor and was indeed ready to smuggle me back to his house.

What kind of pictorial scandal did he intend to paint? I couldn't agree to live with him. At least for the sake of the little moral upbringing I had.