Master Adrian's POV

THE SURROGATE STRIPPER

     Ariel Donald’s POV

  I sat at a corner and waited for an announcement, it had been thirty minutes already and I was freaking out about the verdict, and dying to be at home.

   There was a light tap on my arm, and I turned to see the secretary and I gave her a little smile tugging at my lips.

  “You’re an amazing model, in perfect shape, and very talented but our sponsor is not impressed. You will be paid for your time, good luck next time.” She replied with a calm voice.

 The words from the lady truly hurt me and my head felt like it was going to explode.

  I fought back the tears threatening to escape my tear duct and shrugged with a fake smile as I was presented with an envelope.

   To be honest, I loved the fact my effort wasn’t in vain, and I got rewarded but of the truth I needed this job badly.

 This job was the first I had gotten in months, and it felt incredible to be picked amongst other wonderful models.

 Was there something wrong with me? I must be bewitched, I thought.

 I took the envelope, went over to the changing room, and wore my clothes back before leaving the building with tears streaming down my cheeks.

I boarded a taxi and arrived home with a broken heart.

                 MASTER ADRAIN Pov

  I was silently watching her leave, I felt hurt to notice how sad she got when Ela presented the report to her.

  I have other plans and I would fulfil them, I’ve seen a much-preferred fake fiancée and surrogate and I would strategize on how to get her. I notified my private investigator to keep his eyes on her and started a new game plan.

               She’s mine!

  I packed my briefcase, threw my work files into them, and locked my office as I walked over to my secretary’s desk. “Ela you can take the day off. I’ll be leaving.”

    “But sir, we have a meeting with SilverLine corporations.” She pointed out, her fingers playing with the cap of her ball pen.

   “Tell them we rescheduled. There’s still time left to seal the deal.” I ordered and walked out without waiting for her response.

   I got into my Lamborghini and drove down to the hospital where I met Ariel. I have so many questions plaguing my mind.

   When I drove into the hospital parking lot and killed the engine I hurriedly walked into the receptionist desk and tapped my fingers.

    “Hello.”

   “Hello…ooo..” She was a sexy blonde, with a pert nose and had high cheekbones.

She smiled widely at me and began to act insecure, paying attention to her outfit. She flipped her hair to the side and bent a bit to show her cleavages with a seductive glare.

     Women!

    If I needed a woman to fuck certainly won’t be in a hospital.

   “Ahem! I need your help.” I cleared my throat and straightened my suit getting straight to the point.

   “Where do you want it? I can give it to you in the toilet?” She bits her bottom lip, batting her sexy lashes.

   “I’m not interested in you or even to have sex with you. I’m here to find out something from you.”

  She had an angry scowl when I revealed my true intentions. “What do you want to know?”

   I placed a photograph of Ariel on her desk with some money. “Tell me what you know about her. What’s the reason she visits the hospital? How long has she been a constant visitor? I need to know the truth.”

   The blonde receptionist licked her lips and hurriedly picked the money and hid it under the desk.

   She leaned closer to me and muttered.

“Things are confidential I can’t tell you all but what I know is that she’s been a regular visitor here for two years. She has a loved one admitted to the hospital.”

    “Who’s the loved one admitted?” I asked quickly. Curiosity was eating deep into me. I want to know more about her.

   “That I can’t tell you. Have a nice day.” She dismissed me curtly.

   The major reason she was so edgy was that I rejected her slutty advances. I dropped another huge sum on her desk with a smirk.

  What money can’t do, more money will do.

  Her eyes lit up in amazement. “Her mother is diagnosed with Cancer. Ariel is a model and also has a disabled brother who checks in monthly for his physical examinations from the podiatrist.”

  A shiver ran through my spine. She has been going through all this and yet I had to rub her sorrows in her face.

       “What’s her ward number?”

      “Ward number 554.”

  “Please don’t tell this to anyone. I don’t want to lose my job.” She pleads as the full weight of her actions weighs in.

    “Hopefully…”

I walked over to the ward that holds answers to my quest and the real woman behind the bad girl stripper mask.