The BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE STRIPPER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

CHAPTER ONE Ariel Donald’s Pov (Surrogate Audition) Seated cross-legged pinching my arms repeatedly, nervously, and filled with thoughts as I waited in line amongst hundreds of women. They were different women crushing after him and just needed to birth his child and they would be fulfilled but all I needed was the money involved in being his surrogate. Women from higher backgrounds, political, billionaires, top models. People I couldn’t get a chance to see on a normal day but today wasn’t a normal day. We were seated at the World’s leading Cuban company. The CEO Master Adrian Cuban was the richest Billionaire in Seattle and made the list of Forbes under 30 Billionaires. He owns most of the clubs, hospitals, and a host of housing estates in Seattle. His net worth was about a hundred and twenty-two billion dollars. His line of companies ranges from fashion, telecommunications, and entertainment pushing the Cuban name to the top tier. BILLIONAIRE BUSI

I took an Uber to my tiny apartment and when I arrived I quickly applied some ointment to my feet. I was glad it didn’t leave a scar but a small scratch. I entered the bathroom for a quick shower, applied my avocado and honey shampoo. My hair was long and it stopped at my waist so it needed extra attention when washing from the scalp to the ends. I washed off the shampoo and neatly dried my hair after bathing and came out of the bathroom. What next? I applied my mascara and lip gloss and changed into a black jean and white crop top as I wore a four-inch high-heeled shoe. I put my modelling lingerie, sunscreen, water, and vitamins into a bag and left for the event. “Where have you been?” Eunice walked up to me the minute I stepped into the hall and met a lot of models with their number tags boldly placed on their dresses. “I’m sorry I ran into some incident but it’s fine. I took care of it.” I answered with a smirk as the incident with the Handsome jerk flashed

The surrogate stripper MASTER ADRAIN’S POV Louis Vuitton shoes, a fancy Ferrari, and a diamond-encrusted wrist watch wearing designers from Dolce and Gabbana summer collection. I alighted my car and felt the buzzing sound from my phone in my pockets. It was from my secretary. “Hello, Master Adrian.” She said when I picked the receiver. “What’s it?” I replied in a harsh tone. She better have some good news. “Sir we haven’t found the girl that is fit for the ballroom event. I’ve sent images and look books to your mail but you rejected all of them. I plead for more time to find the perfect girl.” “We have three weeks until the event! Why are you lazy? I’m so disappointed!” I was breathing fire through my nostrils as I gripped the phone tightly within my grasp. My family would be disappointed in me if I don’t get a worthy female and I can’t disappoint them. I walked into the hospital building where my Mom was admitted, she had a weak heart and a lo

BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE STRIPPER Ariel POV I got home with a sad face, my eyes were swollen and I felt heartbroken all day. I’ve been lost for words after the lady mentioned I was dropped. I had no option but to take my things and leave. I was paid and I’ve not opened my envelope to know the exact sum. The envelope was staring at me as I got home and l showered immediately, I wore my Pyjamas and switched on my television set.Walking to the kitchen, I switched on the lights and saw some cooking utensils lying carelessly on the kitchen sink. Eunice must have made some food before stepping out of the house. I walked over to the gas cooker and my eyes met a well-cooked pasta. The other pan contained meatballs and some veggies sauce.Wow, that was amazing. I got my spoon and dished out some pasta and meatballs to eat. Boy, I was starving and didn’t realize the major reason I was crying was hunger. “Hahahaha…” Sitting down on my worn-out couch, with steady eyes w

BILLIONAIRE SURROGATE STRIPPER Ariel’s POV Anna talked repeatedly about what we must do and must not do as it follows. *Talking to the client.* *Taking his number/ giving him yours.* *Telling him your name/personal pieces of information…* And lots more my brain barely grasped because my mind was disconnected from the others too pent up with the dream. “Are you okay, Ariel?” “Yeah.” I inhaled a sharp breath when the limousine drove into a mansion and parked at its parking lot and the driver turned off the ignition. “Now it’s time girls.” “Yaay!” We alighted after the other following Anna’s lead as we walked into the Mansion. The minute I stepped in the air around me felt tense as I roamed the furnished exquisite room with a gold chandelier, foreign leather couches, a buffet filled with food, and servants on standby. The room was filled with masked men and women but you could feel their elegant and rich aura in the air with