Ariel Donald's Pov

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 BUSINESSMAN ADRAIN CUBAN NEEDS A SURROGATE.

 It made different newsletters all over the world and created a huge buzz for a month over different international Media channels and local radios.

     “The CEO has selected his top five and so far I’ll announce their names one after the other for the final selection.” The blonde receptionist announced with a pleasant smile with her eyes focused on her computer as she got ready to announce the names.

  “Bridget Stone.”

   A red-haired model got up from her seat and twirled her long hair and stared at the glass mirror walls in the multi-billion establishment.

 She wore a blue turquoise short gown that accentuated her modeling curves and slim figure. Her occupation was boldly scripted in her tag as she catwalked and a bodyguard led her to the CEO’s office.

  I glanced at my phone expecting a phone call from Eunice. My best friend hasn’t called to tell me about the doctor’s report. She was shuffling between wards from my disabled little brother and mother battling cancer.

   Why did I take too long to think of the right choice to make some money to foot their hospital bills?

    A tear nearly ran down my cheek but I pushed it back in and kept those feelings at bay.

   The door was pushed open aggressively by the model who stormed out with fury and made her way to the company’s elevator. “What rubbish! He disapproves of my smoking habits.”

 “Samantha Walsh.” The receptionist announced with no cares for the model who stormed out.

   A brown-haired princess dressed in royal regalia and a crown to the base of her head. She was dressed in a gold ball gown with gold stone beaded to the attire. She had high cheekbones, full lips, and dramatic mascara while she held a royal sceptre.

   “I should be announced first. You’ve no respect for royalty!” She snorted and walked elegantly towards the CEO’s office and shut the door with a loud thud that almost made me jolt in shock.

  Before I could recover from her action she was bundled out of the CEO’s office with three mighty Bodyguards taking her out.

  “Let go of me! I command you, bastards, to let go or I’ll have your heads…” Her screams died down as she was taken to the elevator and it descended taking her to the last floor to exit.

  “Hahahaha…” The other ladies held their lips and cheeks in mockery.

  Drama!

  I began to fidget and my legs shook uncontrollably as anxiety kicked in.

   “Now it’s time for the third announcement.” The receptionist stared at the desperate women who were edgy at their seats, me included. My breath hitched and I sat frozen in place as my blood ran cold.

  “Ariel Donald’s!”

    A buzzing sound rang repeatedly in my head as I zoned out but was brought back to reality when a blonde beside me tapped my shoulders.

  “You’re being called.”

 “Th-ank-s.”

  My legs felt like jelly as I recounted what I was about to do and how much I needed to do to save my family from dying.

   I got up slowly and fixed my tight leather worn-out skirt properly and turned around the glass walls to stare at my outfit.

  Gosh! My eyes were sunken, with black circles encircling around them and my lips were swollen with red marks on them from biting too hard last night. The white shirt worn was rumpled and my hair was unkempt looking lacklustre.

     This look of mine was like trash compared to the beautiful, sophisticated, and educated women who were sitting waiting for their turns. I was no match for them. I had no chance.

  My fingers trembled as I pushed the CEO office open and felt warmth wash over me as I walked into the enclosed space.

 My eyes nearly fell out of their socket when I saw the massive and luxurious pieces of furniture, Artifacts displayed in the office.

   The walls were painted black with crafted brick designs. My eyes roamed over to the huge mahogany brown desk that had a huge pile of work files and office essentials placed in perfect arrangement on top of it. My eyes fell on the curtains and over to the bookshelf at the corner of the room down to the couches, chairs, and the brown marble floor.

   Everything looked expensive and well crafted. What do you expect from a Billionaire?

    “It’s nice to see you again.” I turned to the side the voice came from and my breath hitched. The CEO stared at me with a proud smirk with his hands lost in his pockets with the coldest gray-blue eyes I’ve ever seen and darkest raven black hair.

   He wore a blue tailored suit that accentuated his flexed muscles, muscular chest, rangy limbs, and tall frame. The sight of him made my insides turn and butterflies danced in the pit of my stomach.

  He walked to the ledge swivelling chair and sat cross-legged and shut his computer. “Have a seat!” He commanded with a blank demeanor.

    My legs gravitated hastily and sat on the visitors’ seat as I held my breath and stared at him as our eyes bore into each other.

      IT FELT LIKE YESTERDAY

              FLASHBACK