"Why can't you come back?" He sniffed, eyes red and blazing with love, and pangs of guilt gnawing on my chest. "My heart beats only for you," he continued, knees propped hard on the floor and head slightly bent. I felt like the devil himself as I watched tears flow uncontrollably from his eyes.
He would not understand, would he? I bit my lips nervously wishing there was something I could do to console him.
"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 and my heart sliced into shreds.
"Oh, Edward!" My rehearsed self-control slipped from its firm stand. "I want nothing more but to stand in your arms forever," my voice vibrated with a brewing sob. "But I'm no more the girl you used to love, I'm now 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 dangerous killer who would not rest until she has been reduced to ashes.

Dr. Steve went in first, paving the way for the others to trip in with their variety of sourness.


"Dr. Raymond, we heard a scream. Can you tell us more about it?" Steve's friendly tone was absent. It had gotten straight-to-the-point sarcasm in its place. They were prepared to drag him out, should he lack a credible excuse.


Raymond finalized his deletion and stood up with confidence. He was a psychiatrist and was going to play the game of wits.


"Sorry for disturbing your peace. I had to help my patient overcome a trauma" The words walked majestically out of his lips, giving the four new souls in the room mental food. The mental psychiatric food of emotional blackmail. "Dr. Steve" he continued "If you can recall, about four months ago, you handed over a patient who had lost her memory into my care" he directed his gaze at Steve, leaving the others to feed on the crumbs from the conversation. 


Chapter 88 - CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT