Ariel Donald's Pov

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 the way they carried themselves.

    “Welcome ladies.”

    A red-haired masked woman wearing a red leather jacket and skirt smiled at us and whispered some words to Anna.

    “She’ll be your guide. Good luck girls. I’ll see you later.” Anna walks out with a glass of champagne and goes to sit in the lap of one of the masked men.

     “Please come with me ladies.” The red-haired took us through a hallway and ushered us into a room.

     They were five men seated with their masks on. I couldn’t picture their faces but their brown, blonde, and dark raven hair and their expensive suits as they sat powerfully drinking wine.

    “See you later.”

     Then she shuts the door. I stood rooted to the spot while the other girls walked up to the men and they chose their picks.

  But one sat and didn’t bother checking out any of the girls, instead he focused his gaze on me, those gazes made me hot all over just like those I experienced during the photo shoot. What’s wrong with me? I turned behind me to see if there was anyone he might be sending those stares at but sadly there was none, so it was me.

  He gestured to me with a hand to come forward and before I could realize what was happening my legs gravitated towards him like a magnetic pull.

      I took his hands trembling all over when he got up and led me to another room.

   It was stark dark when he led me into it and turned on the lights.

    He went to sit on the couch and I stood rooted to the spot. I knew he brought us here to get some private lap dances and teases.

       It’s time to get business done.

      “I need a drink,” I muttered.

  He nodded and gestured to the wine bar in the room and I hurriedly walked over and poured a bottle of vodka into a glass and gulped.

       He doesn’t need to know I’m tense and I’m a newbie that would turn him off. Rich people hate amateurs.

       “I need some music. Please.”

  The room started playing a piece of soft sensual music immediately I made the request and I’m sure he did that.

    With my back turned to him I started playing with the hem of my dress and heard the rush intake of his gasps.

     Fuck! I’m good.

  I turned to face him and saw the lust in his eyes. Those eyes made me want to push my panties to the floor and surrender myself. I feel a crazy pull to him and I don’t know why.

    I walked to where he sat and swayed my hips in his face while I played with my dress as the music began to possess me with the alcohol.

      My hips gyrated and I started to slowly peel the dress off my skin till I was left in my thong and boobtape. I slowly crawled to his laps and straddled him with my lips perched to his ears and my hands roaming his muscular build. I helped him off his suit so he was left in his white Shirt.

     “Do you want it off?”

   He nods. I’ve never heard him speak. That’s strange. He wasn’t like the parrot the other time that almost ruined my eardrum.

      I gasped as his muscular smooth chest came into view when the shirt was off. He looked yummy. Like a bag of yummy goodness. So fucking hot!

      My panties were soaked and with this sight, my insides began to flutter.

       I twirled my fingers on his chest, played with his nipples, and saw how he threw his head backward. I took that as a cue and fixed my lips to his nipples twirling my tongue around the pink peak.

      He was burying his moan and that hurt me. I wasn’t forced to touch him but I wanted him to moan for me, I wanted to see his face in pleasure when I make him cry out in ecstasy.

   What is wrong with me?

    I kept straddling him and pinned his hands to the chair while I twerked on his groin and I felt it grow in my ass.

  He was hard! The thought alone made my heart leap in joy.

    “I’m sure you want me,” I whispered sultrily into his ears. I left his laps and stood up with the music still playing while I twerked up a storm bouncing my ass close to his face.

      My ass wiggled without restriction as my ass cheeks clapped while I played with my nipples and turned around to face him and started playing with my thong.

       His ragged breath and the claps from my ass filled the air as I went back to his laps and this time I unzipped his pants and started to stroke him.

  What’s wrong with me? I’ve been asking that question a million times today. I lacked the answer to that question. I kept stroking him and felt his dick pulsate and his cum shoot up in my hands and hit my mask.

    “Ouch!”

  “Fuck!” He screamed and turned limp with his Cock still in my hands.

        He stayed still for a minute before he pulled away and went into the bathroom to clean himself while I adjusted my mask despite his release sputtering on it. He stayed a bit in the bathroom while I wore back my dress in a hurry to leave but not without taking my money.

  I heard the bathroom door creak open and I turned to face him.

    “Nice to see you Miss, Ariel.”

      “What!”

  My eyes bulged at the sight before me, my legs turned wobbly and I fell on my knees. It was the arrogant jerk he wasn’t wearing a mask as it revealed his dark raven hair and gray-blue eyes.

    “Easy I’m sure we don’t want you hurt.”

   “What are you doing here? Arrogant jerk!” I retort getting back the hang of things.

  Was there a mix-up somewhere? How could he be the one?

    “Sit, let’s talk.”

   “I won’t…” He interjects by walking over to the wine bar in the room and offers a glass to me.

  “Take a sip.”

    “I’m not drinking anything until you tell me what’s going on?!” I half yelled and tore my mask away. The mask was of no use as he knew me already but the question lies how? Was he a stalker?

   “I want us to make a deal. Sit down.” He commands subtly and plops to a seat bringing the glass of wine to his lips.

   “I’m not interested in anything you have to say. We don’t have the best history.”

     “You’ll be intrigued.” He pressed on.

     “What de-al?” I sat at the leather couch with my hands to the side worried and confused.

   “I’m ready to pay you fifty million dollars.”

 Fifty million fucking what?! Was he that rich? My palm turned sweaty and my lungs gasped for breath. I feel suffocated.

     “Why will you pay so much? What’s the job? I’m not educated won’t that be a problem? What are your requirements?...” I bombarded him with questions and watched him sigh and shake his head with a wide grin plastered on his cute face.

   Did I call him cute? Yes, he was very cute.

   “It doesn’t require your certificate, you’re enough.” He answered with a mischievous smirk.

   “How?”

   “It’s simple.”

  “What’s simple?”

   “I want a surrogate!”

  I stood up immediately. My blood ran cold at the statement. I need to leave and never return.

    “I’ll be leaving. The girls will be looking for me. Goodbye Arrogant jerk.” I made it to the door and tried twisting the doorknob but it was locked.

   “What’s happening?”

   “Sit back, Miss Ariel, and let’s have a proper conversation like adults.”

    “You’re no adult to lock me here against my wish!” I yelled harder this time and walked towards him to punch that proud face of his, something I’d been hoping to do the day he met me at the hospital and called me a slut.

  Who does he see me as? I know being a stripper isn’t a good reputation but damn I’m no slut… I’m a virgin.

  It’s shocking to me too but that’s the truth.

  I’ve never dated anyone even before I dropped out of high school and coupled with family problems I never go out on dates or make out time to hook up with the opposite sex.

     “Why don’t you seat your ass and let me speak! I’ll leave you alone when I’m done.”

     “Speak!” I plopped to the chair with a shrug staring at him intently while he sips from the glass and drops it at the coffee table.

    “My mother wants me to get a fiancée and I’m not ready to date or get committed to anyone. I need a fake fiancée and also a surrogate for my child. That’s the best disguise to appease my mother and give her a grandchild.” He pauses and studies my facial expression.

   “Why don’t you go clean with your mother? The surrogate will have to leave so what happens?”

   “You don’t understand Miss Ariel. The child will be born before the surrogate contract ends. That’s enough reason to leave with excuses we aren’t compatible and fell out of love. Mother will be glad and too preoccupied with the child to worry.” He smirks, satisfied with his plans.

   The deal is too good to turn down. Fifty million dollars. Wow. That’s a huge sum and will be able to cater to Mom’s and Matthew’s surgery.

  What was I waiting for? I don’t have any integrity to preach about when I’ve sold my shame to be a stripper for the same cause.

  “I’m confused. I need some time to think about it.”

   “You have till Monday, Miss Ariel.”

 He didn’t wait for me to respond. He wore his suit jacket, went to the door, and unlocked it while he walked out without sparing me a second glance.

  I was about to leave when my eye met a business card at the table. I picked it up and brought it closer to have a look.

           ‘NEW COMPTON LAYOUT, NO.23 CHERRY STREET CUBAN INTERNATIONAL.’

   “This sounds familiar.”

     “Hell no!” Realization hits me. He was the chairman of the occasion.

   “What!” My legs felt like jelly as I slipped to the floor and held my cheek in astonishment and bewilderment. It was all a game to get me but for what purpose?

  Was it revenge for my outburst in the past or a genuine deal?

        It was a trap.

     I picked myself up and ran out of the room. I need to leave. I ran out with no care for the other girls and boarded a taxi to the house.

      When I got to the apartment. It was damn cold. The warmer broke down and there was no light. I couldn’t afford the light bills so as with other home maintenance. I couldn’t afford to live in better shape.

   I went online to search for him with the last name Cuban. I still had the card with me and found out his name was Adrian Cuban.

         What!

    He was a fucking billionaire and had his businesses all over the world. I went deeper to find out he had three brothers and they’re all married.

   Hmmm.. that might be the reason he was pressured. He recently bought a private jet and is planning to push Cuban in every state of the world. That’s a major business move still researching him…

       *Ring*

          A call came through so I slid to the receiver and waited to listen.

   “Am I speaking to Miss Ariel?”

    “Yes, I’m Ariel.”

   “I’m sorry to say your Mom has been unresponsive to treatments as she suffered a panic attack and has gone into a vegetative state. She’s… in a coma. You’re expected to make it to the hospital in the morning.”

     “How? What happened?”

     “It’s best if you get to the hospital. It’s not something to be discussed over the phone for your sanity.”

    The line went blank.

      Oh my gosh! Where am I expected to get the money for the bills? It was bound to happen with the constant postponing due to my inability to fund her surgeries.

         “I need to do something.” My hands shook as tears threatened to fall from my tear duct.

    *Ring*

    There was another caller and it was Eunice as my phone was still pressed to my palm.

       “Ariel!”

     “Eunice, what’s wrong? Why are you screaming?”

      “It’s Matthew!” She was sobbing in the background. My heart fell to my stomach. Matthew! Matthew! Matthew!