Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Ariel's POV The tears won't stop coming, running in parallel lines at the sight of him, a perfect greek gold, tight muscles, rangy limbs, a hair that smells like spring. A spontaneous gentleman. Lately I realized the gem he is. If I knew he wasn't all my crazy thoughts made him out to be judging by the cause of our unplanned running into the other at the hospital- the second he asked me to be his surrogate I wouldn't have given him such a hard time. My gaze finds its way to the beautiful cot. The babies looked too perfect for us, I couldn't believe I birthed something as tender, perfect, and incredible as them. They mean the world to me. Not to blame myself too much. No one knows how life turns out. I'm no seer but a normal lady navigating through life the best way I can. A hurtful sensation brings me out of my fantasies while drooling over the father of my twins. The pains of childbirth, came crashing and my brains
Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Eunice's pov My sexy thong dazzled under the sexy light as I walked around the stripping pole with so much glam, skill and sex appeal. My nipples left in the open with my huge boobs bare to the eyes. I got a doctor implant. For months I've embarked on riskful surgeries to look better than any whore working in the establishment and to take back the throne the ingrate of a friend stole the one night she visited the club. My face was worked on with dozens of injections to look youthful, more prettier and my waist enlarged to a bigger, rounder and sex popping ass. I spent so much of my savings to get this looks with hopes to get the club working again. Anna has received calls to close down the place. The club hasn't been making money as it used to and most clients refused coming back. The bigger clients spread rumours that our club can't keep to clients requests and kept recycling outdated strippers. Those clients were fans of A
Billionaire's Surrogate stripper Ariel's Pov I woke up with a downcast spirit, the room different from anything I've seen before, the walls, fabulous paint, the lights, the bed, the blanket placed atop of my skin all felt new and smelt like a fresh house. “What’s this place, who brought…”My speech came to a halt at the vacant bed I was lying on. No sign of my babies at their cot or sound of them crying, yes my children it's high time I go plain with Adrian and let him know I'm done playing his game. This game has stolen my conscience, my peace and morals I held onto for dear life. What the fuck? I hope it isn't what I'm thinking. If Adrian took them away I'll fight to get them back with everything in my bood. They're mine as they're his. My blood, first fruits and pride. They make my suffering light, my strength are in them and without them I'm gone forever. The door comes apart and a lady dressed in the maid uniforms came into the room with a large
Billionaire Surrogate stripper (Two weeks Later) Adrian's POV Selfless sounds like an under appreciated term to define the incredible personality that is Ariel. I keep losing my mind when it comes to her. Seeing her dishelved hair lying on the bed with fear and worry etched on her face. The urge to walk up to her, pulling her hair roughly and driving my tongue deep into her throat till she gags came upon me like a possessed man, a possesed man with love. I fucking love this woman and I know not what to do about my silly feelings. It feels so silly like reliving a high school drama. I can hardly breathe around her. The sight of her makes my heart stop, my hands itch to touch the smooth glow of her skin, my phallus drives with raging hormones to devour deep in her to the hilt. Crazy man, crazy emotions. Which sane man would desire a woman few day after birthing his children yet I wanted her to a point of madness. I grabbed my bri
My throat tightens like I've swallowed rocks. “She is lying I'm not a slut and would never be one.” Ariel defends. Something tells me the visit wasn't just a coincidence and from the look of things something isn't right. The women know something that we don't know. “Say what you have to say and get out but remember this isn't a threat it's a promise if you pass your boundaries by calling my wife dirty names I'll get your behind arrested for life. Yes I will make you rot and your existence vanish.” “Hold your temper Mr. Adrian I can't fight with you. The soul I'm here to expose knows herself and her time is almost up so keep your promises until I'm done to see if I'll need harm or saving.” she retorts. Harm or saving? How does that concern the matter at hand or is she trying to manipulate my head? Ariel can't do anything to hurt me, the family or the kids. So there's nothing other than Ariel's past of being a stripper she's here to expose. I don't care. She can go on and say t
Billionaire's surrogate stripper Eunice's pov “So Mr. Adrian do you still think of me to be the bad one when your lovely wife is a slut, entertaining other men under your nose let me not start with her life for the stripping club.” I giggle and watch the family stare at me dumbfounded. Did they have no idea? Ariel indeed pull a wools eye on them but I'm going to let them know the truth of her past escapades and Adrian won't save her or rectify the situation even if he tries to. “What are you saying? Ariel has never left the house to go clubbing, she's been at home 99% of the time so what's the possibility?” Adrian's mother who is popularly known as Mrs. Arielle. I hiss in my head. This woman seems like a hard nut to crack, she always get in my way. First she stopped Adrian from going gaga and now she's doubting my revealation. “Madam…” “No stop. What made you think we trust a single word that you say? Because you proved the cheating allegations
The Billionaire's Surrogate stripper Adrian's POV The pain that comes with heartbeak isn't talked about enough. My heart has never experienced such a disaster that I've went through because of her- the woman I thought was the One. I was ready to swallow my pride and make her mine forever- fuck the contracts. When I fucked her I didn't see her as a babies making tool, so many times I convinced myself to keep a hard front that she wasn't anything important but a woman for my desires. But I knew I was wrong. My thoughts were wrong and the perception she had aboug me was false. I was falling in love with her day in day out without my knowing. I saw her as the woman, the right woman for my children. The woman to share my marvelous genes with. I prayed deep down that she wouldn't acknowledge to it. She fucking cheated. Fucked another man while pregnant with my child. After Eunice was kicked out the rest of the family left the scene one after the other, some
“Talk to me with respect and not like an errand boy or your maids and even maids deserve their respect.” Father was stunned. He opened his mouth to speak and closed it. He stomps off leaving the door wide ajar. Ariel walks out leaving mother and me. I turn to her so she takes the cue to leave or yell or do whatever she thinks she can to support her dearest husband. Arielle slips to the bed sitting closely. “For the first time you stood up to him. For the very first time you didn't care about his fake praises. Yes I know the man I married, ambitious, stubborn and family oriented. I can't blame him, his childhood was a mess. It inflicted scars and as an adult he's still sulking.” “Hmmn not the word I was expecting.” I say relaxing my head back into the pillow to relax. “Son, we need to talk about a matter boggling my heart and there can't be a better time than now.” I nod. “Go on ma'am.” “It’s about my past. How your father met me. Hope you won't judge my past