Ariel's POV

Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper

Ariel's POV

"What was I going to wear?" I face palmed rummaging through my closet. Most of my sexy outfits don't fit anymore and I'm too embarassed to ask Mother for outfit shopping.

"Need something?"

I jerked and saw her standing at the mouth of the door with a red purse dressed in a blue fancy top and a skirt that accentuated her curves. If not my mom gave up on love, I would have encouraged her into finding love again, she was beautiful and sometimes I do stare at how perfect her beauty radiated unlike someone who was getting bigger everyday, and sometimes felt like bursting.

I sigh. "I have no clothes to wear my size except maternity gowns. I'm so bored of those depressing outfit."

"Wait a minute." She leaves and few minutes later she comes back with a bag and gestures I open it. "I got you something."

My hands moved underneath the fancy bag and felt a silk material as I brought it to view. It was a be