BILLIONAIRE SURROGATE STRIPPER MASTER ADRAIN POV Every step I took towards Ariel's Mom ward my heart raced and my head buzzing with questions. I needed to be sure about who I was dealing with, pushing the door open produced a creaking sound and my head peeked into the white room that had the smell of medicines and a constant beeping machine ringing in the air. Closing the door so it doesn't make a noise I walked with my hands lost in my pockets. A beautiful woman lay in white hospital clothes and her palms placed to her stomach. "Who are you?" She jolted when I got closer to her with a weak strained voice. "I'm Mr. Adrian," I replied politely and brought out a hand for a handshake with a pleasant smile but she was too stunned to reply. "I'm a regular here." "I don't know you. What do you want and where is my daughter? Did Ariel send you? I miss her..." She broke into tears as her throat produced mini sobs. "No I'm not sent by Ariel but I'm h
~ I sent Lorenzo over to the club Ariel worked as a stripper and instructed him to pick her up as one of the girls for our businessmen party. It came as a relief that she was already picked as one of the girls from their manager. "Get the car ready!" "Yes, boss!" The driver hurried out of the door as I made my way down the stairs of the multi-million Mansion maids and bodyguards bowed as I walked out. "Sir we're ready." "Good." I got into the back seat and he slipped into the driver seat and drove out of the Cuban Mansion. I turned back as the Mansion slowly disappeared from view as the car passed trees and went into the pedestrian road. The driver turned off the ignition when we arrived and parked at the parking lot. With a mask to my face, I got out of the car and walked into the building not without taking a glass of champagne from a waiter and made my way to the private room. I pushed the door open and tapped the heels of the shoe dangerously, arranging m
.... Counting down to Monday was the hardest thing I've experienced in the twenty-nine years of my life. Eating, sleeping, working on files were all interrupted by the thoughts of Ariel. When Monday came my secretary sent a lot of mails and lookbooks about different women who applied to be my Surrogate. It was shocking to me because they weren't just middle class or below average. They were public figures, billionaires, models, and lots more. I smirked when I went through each to the end. Woah! It was competitive indeed but none held my interest like Ariel. They were only interested in me because they wanted a trophy baby daddy and to be affiliated with the Cuban name. You must be wondering isn't Ariel doing the same. It's far from that. She couldn't give me an answer, something other girls would have screamed down the rooftop in a heartbeat. Her mother was an ally but the question lies will she agree to it? When I walked into the office and sat down. Within a few minutes
~ The morning I'd been waiting for came. I texted my lawyer to bring the Surrogate contract and to add a list of things to the contract paper which he agreed to and got to work. I went to the bathroom and texted one of my loyal drivers from the Cuban mansion the address of Ariel's apartment and instructed him to bring some clothes for me and for a female as I text Ariel's body size. I came out from the bathroom looking wet in just her towel. Her scent was lingering on it. It feels wonderful to have something that belongs to Ariel on my fucking skin. Ariel was still asleep when I left for the bathroom and when I got in she was wide awake stretching. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath her pajamas and the sexy way her lashes stared at my six-pack abs made me want to gobble her on the bed and fuck her till the sun comes down. From dusk to dawn. When my phone rang and cut off our private romantic moments I groaned and left the bed so she would have time to shower and prepare fo
~ "Wow! Did you do this for me son?" Mother held her chin in disbelief, staring at me teary-eyed as the Bodyguards opened the door of the Mansion and I sent a text earlier when the car drove into our gate for the pianists and violinist to start playing. They were a long pile-up of cars and I knew who they belonged to. The sound of clinking glasses and dishes on different tables buzzed through the Mansion walls. "Mother!" Adam, the second eldest brother, enveloped mother in a hug. He was wearing the red suit I gifted him to the party. He looked great. "I've missed you, my son." She pats his cheek with a smile. "I'm sure no one misses me." Ramsey saw it as the perfect opportunity to come in with his thot for a wife, Anastela, holding his arm. He loved to act as the villain of the family, going against everything the family stands for as he's manipulated by my ex-girlfriend turned his wife. That might be shocking but I dated Anastela for two years back in school and we
"Mother..." I knew where Mother was going with this and the earlier I stopped this but she waved me sternly. "I won't warn you again! I'm having a conversation with my daughter. So tell me Ariel would you do that for your mother?" Ariel looked lost, flabbergasted, and puzzled. "I do-n't kn-ow what to say." Her hands trembled in mother's hands. "Tell me what you think and if you can't it's fine." Mother had that pitiable look that would make anyone concede to her demands in an instant. "Yes, I agree." Ariel nods. "What about you Adrian?" "I agree! Ariel and I will have a baby and get married." I chipped in before things went the wrong way. We are far into this and we might go all in as well. Couples divorce every day and the world no longer bats an eye. "Yes, Mother I'll fill this Mansion with children and promise to be by his side till eternity," Ariel vows and wipes her palm on mother's cheek cleaning the tears. "I can't believe it! It feels like a dream. Thank
BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE STRIPPER Ariel's POV I pushed past people and ran up the stairs. I bet they would barely notice. I flung the door open and slammed it shut with a loud thud. "Adrian is cruel!" I screamed and pulled the crown and threw it across the room, wiped the makeup off my face as the red lipstick became smudged and sticky to my skin. I was a fool to think the World's Adrian Cuban would be any less than a playboy. Women would seek him out from different angles. "Get off!" I was fighting with my gown and ripped it to the sides and flung it across the room so I was left in my bra. I was left in just my red lingeries and the ring he gave to me. I badly wanted to take it off and throw it into a river or something but I couldn't. Adrian Mother's words still rang in my head and everything that happened tonight. That would break her heart. I agreed to an oath that I know I won't fulfill. What does that make me? I wasn't different from Adrian and the cheatin
The doorknob was twisted and Adrian walked in. The sight of him made me anxious, angry, and hopeful. Three feelings at once. I'll be glad if I leave this Mansion without getting hypertension. He had boxes of roses, a bottle of wine, and two glasses. "Good morning Ariel." He drops the boxes of sweet-smelling roses on the bed. The smell was pleasant but I didn't act fazed a bit but I loved his gesture. His voice made my stomach twist into knots, breaking every fiber in my bones. I sat up and rolled my eyes at his gifts. Adrian looked like shit. His eyes lost their shine, the good of his skin was dull. He was still wearing the clothes from last night's party. "Good morning." "I want to talk to you about yesterday I didn't..." No shit we won't be doing this. "It's okay Adrian. I don't want to get stuck in that absurd situation. It's okay, I have no right to dictate what you do." "Would you let me speak?" "No!" "Why?" "Because I don't fucking care! For fuck sa
Billionaire's Surrogate stripper Ariel's POV Adrian's arms wrapped around me as we slept. A familiar liquid threatened to leak between my thighs. I grunt from sleep, and slowly removed his hands before climbing down to use the toilet. Shoooh… I finished using the toilet and made my way back to the room but stopped mid way to the bed. My throat was dying of thirst. Adrian wore me out with excessive love making and my thighs and his love marks on my skin were proof to this. I left the bedroom heading to the kitchen. A silhouette of a figure was walking up the stairs at the highest floor. I stopped and followed the trail where the sound was coming from. It was leading me to the highest floor and I recalled the incident that occurred when I went this route. “Someone might see me here and inform the rest of the family. I don't want anyone scolding me over a silly topic but…” The sound of someone shutting the last door hit my ears. There
~ The clock ticked it's ungodly hour. The hour of affliction. I slowly rise off the bed and took careful, calculated steps to the door. I twisted the door knob and made sure it didn't make a sound while I glance around with haughty eyes and shut it after me. With tip toes I glided like an eel. The rest of the household were deeply asleep when I set out by this time. No one would guess I left my room or made it this far by the dead of the night. The only soul to make it this far into this part of the Mansion was Ariel. That girl has strong intuition. She almost got into the room and what will become my fate when she finds him. The house would be alerted and a can of worms will be reopened. I unlocked the door and walked into the room of my enemy-husband. A whiff smacked my nostril. The dirt and stench of the room makes bitter bile rise up in my throat. I desperately want to puke. “Dirty old fool. This place smells like the bastard that you're. Wake up you filthy piss.” I
Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Grandma Scarlett's POV I left the rest of the family at the table to eat and dine under the lie that I was feeling sick. But looking at it in all ramifications it wasn't a lie. I was indeed sick of seeing her face. The heavens know I hate this woman. The witch that came into my family to alter my plans and swindle all I've worked hard. I hated her from the first day I lay my eyes on her. Something about her looked fishy. A clever but shy character that she was. She resembled someone that I met in history. A mistake that shouldn't be made. An obstacle to me and my son's future which I successfully took care of. I shut him out of my path and sent him rotting to the earth, enough manure to the plants. I swiped the receiver button and pressed the phone to my ears that I left on silent and gritted my teeth when the annoying voice began to speak. I rest my weight with the support of my stick. “Who bursted my plans? How did someone
Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Adrian's POV Mother didn't let me out of her sight. She wanted to hear stories of me and Ariel. Yes Ariel the one who cheated and hurt me badly. I think of my mother as insensitive to my pain. She doesn't care about the implications of my wife's cheating. She wants me married and stick to Ariel no matter what. But who was I to judge Mom when I myself isn't as mentally sane. Some men would have thrown her out but the recklessly in love part of me wants Ariel by my side. I think the love in me is winning. I tried so much to hate her. I pushed everything in my soul to despise her but it never worked. She's my soul mate. It is said it's hard to find one’s soul mate and when you do grab them with both hands. My Ariel. Mine, she's mine and I'm never letting her go, I've never met someone who can easily lift my spirits. If anything, I've felt dead and lost for the longest time in my life but when I met her, something in me ignited,
Billionaire's surrogate stripper Ariel's POV My hands roamed around the sheets. It has been hours laid up in bed and when the house alarm rang it propelled me further from sleep. I lazily peeled my eyes open hoping to see him next to me but was met with an empty bed. "Adrain," I called out in my sleepy voice as I rubbed my eyes glancing around the empty room. There was no trace of him and his scent was faint in the bedroom. I slowly got down from bed due to the ache in my thighs and wore my flip flops and went into the bathroom for a pee. I heard emerging footsteps so I quickly washed my hands on the sink and went to the bedroom. A strange man stood at the door of the room. "Hello." I waved at him, biting on my bottom lip in worry. His gaze landed on my features as his eyes roamed over my body. I felt scared, nervous, and kinda vulnerable with his eye scrutiny. "Ahem! How may I help you?" I cleared my throat to spice up the
Billionaire's Surrogate stripper Adrian's POV I carried her in my arms and slowly bathed her in the shower before we slide under the covers. I listened to her exhausted breathing as we lay in bed. She must have fallen asleep when I got out of the covers and went down the stairs. I took my car keys from the nightstand and jumped into my car and drove to my destination. My fist tightened on the steering and my jawline tensed with rage and revenge. After that night when I had her on the wall tasting the sweetness between her thighs. I couldn't stop thinking about her. It fueled my desire to have her by all means. I know enemies are lurking and watching my every move but I swear to protect her from all the darkness that comes with me. I parked into an abandoned building and walked into the room where a man was tied up with his lips and skin torn open covered in blood. "Good morning boss." One of my Bodyguards bowed slightly. "Get me the torture
Billionaire's surrogate stripper Ariel's pov Adrian Cuban. That's the name of my husband. The father of my adorable kids. I can't lose this fight. Eunice made sure I'll be thrown out. I was expecting to get thrown out myself. Who can save me? Nothing I'll say that can exonerate my neck from the sharp teeth of an axe. I can't worsen things to lie that I've never seen the tape or pictures. I've seen them with both eyes and it's not something that I should be proud of admitting but I had to. Adrian has suffered so much because of me I can't be this heartless to look him in the eyes and lie to save my neck. I accept my faults. I was lured easily to leave the Mansion which I foolishly did, unable to read between the lines. My mistake. And that mistake has cost me the most important people in my life. My husband and my new found family. These two meant the world to me. I don't care about grandma’s coldness towards me. I know somehow she was only just lookin
“Blood and sweat? Did Dad get involved with a gang and made money the wrong way? I did a little research and found Dad was from a poor background. I went back to the house and it's overgrown with bushes, rodents and cracked walls. I asked nearby residents and they narrated that a certain man lived there with his wife and daughter but ended up gunned down at a family feast. I tried to find any more useful information but I couldn't get past what I've been told. So mother, how did we get here? So much wealth we can stop working for years and still live in splendous wealth with our generations born and yet unborn.” “Your father would be the best person in the position to answer. I met him when we weren't this filthy rich but he had something that took us to a better life and with your brother's birth and success we reached the stars. Your father did something he shouldn't do. He knows something ugly that shattered his conscience but I don't know son. I don't know what it is. The mor
I sigh, fingering my stubbles. “How did father find you?” “It took a long time but he did. He was to travel back to his mother but exceeded his stay making plans to track but all proved futile. He hired too investigators in the country and when he almost lost hope my location was found in a rundown warehouse. He found me lying on the bare crazy floor lifelessly. He took me in his arms and brushed me up. The club was closed down and madame locked up and placed with an attempted murder charge. My life took a positive/different turn. A poor orphan falling in love with a wealthy man felt surreal. I had doubts and still do after the years. I was a stripper, feeding and clothing through dancing and selling my body. He deserves better than he really does but the irony is when people look at me they think He struck gold but I struck gold. I don't deserve his love, his care or affections. I don't deserve you, my son and your other siblings.” her gaze ran across the room in a brief moment