Ariel's POV

Billionaire's surrogate stripper

Ariel's POV

My hands roamed around the sheets. It has been hours laid up in bed and when the house alarm rang it propelled me further from sleep. I lazily peeled my eyes open hoping to see him next to me but was met with an empty bed.

"Adrain," I called out in my sleepy voice as I rubbed my eyes glancing around the empty room.

There was no trace of him and his scent was faint in the bedroom. I slowly got down from bed due to the ache in my thighs and wore my flip flops and went into the bathroom for a pee.

I heard emerging footsteps so I quickly washed my hands on the sink and went to the bedroom.

A strange man stood at the door of the room.

"Hello." I waved at him, biting on my bottom lip in worry.

His gaze landed on my features as his eyes roamed over my body. I felt scared, nervous, and kinda vulnerable with his eye scrutiny.

"Ahem! How may I help you?" I cleared my throat to spice up the