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
Billionaire's surrogate Stripper Ramsey’s POV The engine of my car died down as I drove into the dark garage. A cigarette dangling on the corner of my lips. “Damnit stupid lighter.” I grumbled searching my pockets and the seats. It slipped my pockets I think. I got out of the car and slammed the door hard and pressed a red button and the doors came apart and I walked in. The harsh smell of liquor and cigarettes infiltrated my nostrils. The large cheers from the boys and it quieted down immediately when they spot me. “Boss!” My boys bowed and one rose and lit my smoke and I took a long drag and puffed the smoke. “You are having the times of your life while the job I sent is unattended!” I yelled and they shivered, bowing down their heads. It's about time I go for credible hitmen. They have failed me several times and my patience is running out. How long should I wait until they get it right? How much longer? Things are going smoothly for him each day while I ro
The Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Ariel's POV My heart ran and hid on my throat the moment I stepped foot in the exotic restaurant. It looked like a scene from a Billionaire movie. My world stopped, my head spinned and the smell of thirsty meals made my mouth water. “Do you like it here?” “Got to be kidding asking questions like this when the answer is crystal clear. I love it!” I giggle running my gaze at the chandeliers, the table made out of pure gold. How much does it cost to eat here? A million bucks? Luxury and class screams at the entire room and few people I could lay my eyes on were of the rich class. Adrian brought me to a five star restaurant. The realisation had me tearing up what I have done to deserve such world class treatment. He finds it each day to keep surprising me and making my heart grow fond of him despite how many times I've begged my heart to stop falling for him. A handsome looking waiter walks up to our table and hands me
Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Adrian's POV The weekend came to a slow end. Bridges I thought were closing in between Ariel and I broke further. Since the restaurant debacle she hasn't been herself. Leaving me worried and mad at myself for grooming her insecurities and jealousy with a joke of a lie. There was no intention to flirt or take another woman or even look at any girl that isn't my precious, Ariel. With her gone my life would never be the same and thinking about it leaves me with regrets. Maybe just maybe I wish I did things differently. The office telephone rings, bringing me out of my daylight day dream. “Mrs. Anastela is at the reception desk and claims she has an appointment.” “Let her in.” The door opens immediately and the sweet smell of vanilla fragrance hit my nostrils. She knew I loved Vanilla and she wore it but for what reason? “Hello Adrian.” she waves smiling seductively and my gaze captured the trying too hard bitchy gow
The Billionaire's Surrogate stripper Ariel's POV Standing at the popular coffee cafe while glancing at my phone second after second. Anna called me in the Morn and I had no choice but to honour her invitation for fear of her publishing the pictures. “Gosh.” I groan biting on my lower lip hard so hard I could taste the metallic taste of my blood hitting my tongue. *Dong* A bong hit my phone. A message and I swipe to see what it says. “Walk in and sit in the fourth row.” I read the text out loud and gulped back the fear. There's a lot rushing to the surface to spill. A part of me wants to send her a "Fuck you text" and damn the consequences and the other is damn scared. Scared what the photo leak would do to Adrian. To be honest I wasn't the least bothered about my reputation or what the world has to say. I've been through that and back. The only person who gets me on my toes is Adrain and if he suffers because of me I won't be able to forgive myself.
Billionaire's surrogate stripper Eunice's Pov I hated her fake speech of friendship and her adventures with my prince charming. She manipulated him into marrying her. How couldn't I see the big diamond on her fingers, the expensive dress she wore and how her skin shone like glass. She's living the best life while I'm left to die and rot like a millipede. “Ariel.” my hands swiped her face to see if she's asleep for real. Just then a knock comes on the door and the door opens to reveal the guy I've made plans with. “Get in and be fast about it.” I urged and he slipped off his clothes and a few minutes later Ariel was stark naked as he was while I took pictures and videos of them together. The guy slips out of bed and wears his clothes back and reaches out for his pay. “Hope my face is save no bust move.” he tries to touch me but I take a step back “Your work is done, take the money and go. I don't want to see your shadow and keep this secret till your grave
Billionaire's surrogate stripper Adrian Cuban POV An unusual hand wraps around my neck with a foreign smell which hits my nostril. Ariel? This isn't her, she smells nothing like this. This smells toxic, and displeasing. I push my eyes open to get a clue which leaves me stunned. “Shit what got into your crazy head are you aware I share this bedroom with my wife or you have gone mad?” “Quiet down before she hears voices and find us here and get mad at you.” Anastela pouts sliding back up. My eyes gaze on her half naked body. She wore a T-shirt I could guess to be that of Ramsey with three buttons left undone and her white panties showing. She must have hit her head with a rock to think her desperation to get me back into her net would work. Few days back she got back from the hospital after the doctor revealed she's better and can be discharged. My happiness was bittersweet. Anastela is a mental patient. She can't be trusted with herself not to talk of the famil
Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Ariel Donald's Pov Adrian has been the sweetest partner anyone could ask for. He took me to the doctor to run my check ups and after that to the shopping mall. “Hold up a bit babe, the pink gown looks elegant for my princess.” Adrian says checking up a pink little lovely gown with nice carvings. The fabric looks expensive. It would look really nice of a three month baby but my feet were hurting from staying on my toes for a while now since we started baby shopping. He made the baby room with a mix of feminine and masculine colours that would work for both sexes. Two days ago I tried to talk him out of waiting on the sex of the child and having the doctor run a gender test but he refused vehemently and claimed he wanted a surprise and sexes don't matter. “How sure are you that we are having a girl?” my fingers rubbed my cheeks in fake thoughts and he smirked, stuffing a lot of things we don't or the baby don't need into the shoppi