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"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.

THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY MAMA

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO

"Honey! Are you done dressing?" Edward called out, almost outside her apartment's door. He was ready to resume work after a long weekend of bickering and nagging

She replied a mean "yes" eventually showing her dressed self, as she walked out, for him to compliment.

"You look breathtaking," He remarked genuinely, taking in her milky Saint Laurent tweed gown satisfactorily and her black wedge. She could pass for a model with her almost-slender-but-not-too-slender body.

She scoffed "Breathtaking my foot. I'm sure l look like a pregnant baboon in this body hug dress you got for me" The bitterness in her tongue got in the way of a sweet compliment. The bitterness was the aftermath of his failed mission. He had failed to serve her the fried plantain she wanted and therefore had to deal with an entire day of negative silence which had nearly sent him running mad in the streets.