Second Chance with my Billionaire Baby Daddy

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down my racing heart, just as my shaking legs took

ng goose bumps all over my arms. The blonde receptionist looke

he asked, her attention returning

ge of anxiety rushed through me and I licke

and I'm here about the job.

ardly, knowing that the cheap chiffon top I had paired with my alr

olely depending on the few dollars I had borrowed from the loan shark. It's been three weeks since I took t

I am certain that I will lose my mind if

sitions open," the blonde receptio

g down around me. But I know that wouldn't help me. Neither would it help poor Max, whose entire exist

am. You have to help me. I have a son and losing

furiously, "Are you t

nvince you to help a dying

s lost for me. I would end up being kicked out of the shabby apartment next week. And in turn, I would have no other choice than to return

in

nt ahead and handed me a complimentary

personal assistant for weeks but kept rejecting everyone we

written boldly on the c

d? No way in he

re a pr

uch." I flashed her a fake smile b

d have hated any female name that starts with an L if not for the fact that mine a

areer just to start a family with Lamonthe, my ex baby daddy. He had somehow managed to convinc

and go scramble for a job on which my life utterly depended. Not to mention Max's fragil

ng view almost knocked the whole air off my lungs, leaving me breathless. I stood

I inhaled one final breath before pressi

nde receptionist given me a fake address of one of their clients who she knew

I leave? Instead of giving me false ho

breath, my shoulders already

ickly turned back to the door and the person I saw standing by it knock

u? You're Luc