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PREGNANT FOR THE BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY

The night was unusually long. Edmund rose at the first light of day. He could barely think straight. What was the meaning of the note from Charlotte? Was she pregnant? But how?

He stormed into Charlotte's quarters very early in the morning. Not his fault. Had she answered her phone all night when he was trying to reach her, he wouldn't need to disturb her so early in the day.

But then again, she deserved it. She couldn't just drop such a bombshell and hope to disappear while he lived in turmoil.

He stood by the door and pounded angry fists on the door. No response. Becoming more angry, he pounded even more persistently on the door.

At last, he heard the key turning behind the door. It flung open. A sleepy-eyed Charlotte was standing behind it. She gave him a questioning look.

Edmund wasted no time in asking the most probing question first.

"What the hell is the meaning of this, Charlotte?" He demanded, flinging the piece of paper in her face.

"Good morning to you too, Edmund," she sai
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