Novel & Cerita Roxanne Jarvis

"Well, your full name is Cincinnati Roxanne Lopez, twenty three years old, ex-stripper, hitman, other vices and there are also a few other details." "Like?" "You have people dear to your heart, Reynolds, Renata and Lauren the old widow." "Don't call her that!" I flipped. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way." He apologized, a bit laid-back. "Wait how did you even find out I go by Roxanne? It's not even on my birth certificate or records." "I have my ways?" "Riiiight." I drawled. "How old are you?" "Twenty five, in August though."

But deep down I know Mr Xavier doesn't wants me to be his personal assistant cause he likes me, this is about his stupid ego that can't let the drink incident go If he want revenge he ain't gonna get it. I can't wait to see my pay. Pari's pov I walk towards my mirror hanging beside my makeup table checking out my reflection for the fourth time this morning. "Hello there sexy." I greet my self as I checkout my dressing, which is a blue ripped jeans and a light blue T-shirt that says 'sexy bitch' I know its totally my style. "Let's go get some bitches." I wink at the mirror then make my way downstairs.

said Rosalie as she gave Roxanne a hug " Nor do you need to care , I don't care . Neither you should " " oh I forgot to check my horrorscope today " said Roxanne rolling her eyes " What do you mean ?" " I mean that if I checked it , I would have known that five Hackfresses will be visiting me and I would rather stick my ass with glue on a chair rather than facing them "

The next three hours, we discussed the pack's finances and other problems that needed attention in our allying packs. We were on our last agenda of the day, when a knock came on the door. I knew right away it was Roxanne before he sent mingled the air around the office. “At least she had the decency to knock,” Havoc growled annoyingly in my head before he went back into his sanctuary. ”Come in.” I commanded. The knob turned, door opened and Roxanne waltzed into the office. She was wearing a short dress with heels on. Her face was heavily baked in makeup. She looked like she was going to the club, not my office. I moved from my office chair to the sofas.

I said nonchalantly as I took a bite of a chicken wing. “You’ll go with her to New York?” Frank’s eyes danced. The expression on his face looked so innocent that I had to laugh. “Yes. Of course. I’d do anything for you. You know that.” Frank laughed. “Shush! Just don’t tell my wife,” he teased. I gave him a light smack on the arm. “Yeah, right! How is Roxanne, anyway?” Roxanne had been a singer and model back in the day, but retired a few years after she married Frank, with no regrets. Now they had three beautiful children to show for it. But despite having had children, she was still a knockout.

But now, after finding out that Roxanne was supposedly the female protagonist and her gang of loyal admirers would ruin my life, I could no longer be indifferent about it. Soon, Louis returned with a USB drive. The security footage was played on the big screen, allowing everyone to see the way Roxanne snuck away from the crowd. She was dressed in a maid's uniform when she entered the room, but she came back out in my gown. Then, holding her head up high, she strutted back into the birthday celebration like a proud peacock.

Roxanne sits in the corner, carefully sipping her glass of wine. “Your wife is a doctor?” She asks, swirling the thing in the glass. Her gaze is intense, her lips formed into an unforgivable thin line. “Surgical resident to be exact,” I answer, as a help fills my plate. “Strange, thought you people marry around the business,” she says, her eyes unreadable. I force a smile. “New things I guess.” She nods as Holden pulls a chair next to Roxanne. Our eyes meet for a fleeting second before going back to his food. Maya arrives shortly dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of blue shorts. Roxanne raises an eyebrow as she pulls a chair next to me filling her plate with food.

On the other side of the phone is her loyal bodyguard, Roxanne, whose voice carries a sense of urgency that immediately grabs Audrey's attention. "Hello, Audrey, this is Roxanne. Mr. Jenkins is not feeling well. Please hurry!" Roxanne's words cut through the air with a sense of gravity, the urgency in her voice sending a chill down Audrey's spine. The color drains from Audrey's face as she processes the news, her mind racing with concern for Jade’s well-being and the implications of his sudden illness.

he replied. "You'd be surprised-" I began before vomiting once again. Then minutes later I was about done and sat feeling weak and disgusting. "Do you wanna know what helps with this, darling?" Rosa said, "A warm bath and pancakes. Trust me, I'm an expert." She then ran me a bath and filled it to the brim with bubbles. "I'll get making the pancakes. You just relax," she said, squeezing my hand. "Thank you, Rosa." Rosa was an amazing woman. She was so calm and comforting and she always knew just what to say. But seeing her look after and love her children made my heart ache as I missed my own mum.

The first announcer came back on stage, and he cleared his throat on the mic, then gave a small smile. "We have seen just how much the CEO adores his woman, and I believe a bunch of women feel rather... jealous. Not to worry. She has so much to offer, and tonight, to round off before the banquet officially starts... Miss Roxanne Woods will play a piece for us. She is a passionate violinist who might have stolen the CEO's heart with one of her pieces, and we are more than ready for her to steal ours." I chuckled a bit, then turned to Florian, who had his eyes on me, like he never even took them off.