Ariel's POV

Billionaire's surrogate Stripper

Ariel's POV

“Massage both toes properly… yes like that, got it.”

“As you command ma'am.”

I moaned as Penelope worked on my toes, my legs were resting on a stool with my back supported by a pillow where I sat on the bed.

I relax as my gaze runs across the room, the artifacts displayed for all eyes to see, the luxurious setting of the room and building. It feels like a dream and still is. Sometimes I pinch myself hard to make sure I wasn't hallucinating and made up stories in my head.

Too good to be true. Adrian had gone to work earlier which leaves the lonely house all to myself. I don't interact with the other wives for two reasons. One they feel superior except the plastic surgeon who tries to vibe and seem friendly; the other two sisters are a torn in the flesh.

I rarely dislike people but once I do it takes everything to make me like them and that's the case with me and Anastela. Ever since that party she flirted w