Ariel's POV

Billionaire's surrogate stripper

Ariel's POV

A week after my meltdown at the restaurant. I was discharged three days later and given some doses to help manage stress. I was worried for the safety of my child but not to worry there was no glaring danger.

"Congratulations my darling." Mom hugs me for the umpteenth time today. We officially opened today and so far the sales were overwhelming. I never thought of making so much sales half day and when the customers were attended to, I relaxed in my office to massage my feet and have a rest.

I made an office where I oversee the shop with a CCTV camera.

"Mo-ther you're crushing my bones." I made a dying face and she grins jabbing at my arm before crouching to my bump level to place a kiss to the babe.

"Stop stealing kisses before you corrupt my godson with your lips." Clinton walks into my office with a bag of take off's.

Mom folds her arms akimboo with a dare. "Who the hell is birthing a son? It's my