"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.

"You all deserve to be sacked!" His veins shot out in anger. "How dare you play sensual moans in my company? How dare you? Dera!!" He shouted and when he heard a shrill reply he said, "Print out sack letters and bring them to my office," he ordered, letting go of my hands. 


He hadn't noticed the effect the moaning sounds had on me. Or if he had, he must have interpreted the reason wrongly. How could he even associate me with the sexual moans? He trusted me too much to think so lowly of me and that shattered my heart.


I shivered uncontrollably still standing at the spot where the realization had dawned on me. Many thoughts whirled through my brain, making me lose consciousness of my environment.


My bag and its contents were scattered on the floor. They had fallen when the moan had sifted into my ear. I looked distractedly at them. They were irrelevant. I could as much go naked but still be less conscious.


Chapter 164 - CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FOUR