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
Billionaire Surrogate stripper Aunt Edna's POV The hate in my heart for Arielle would never change. My heart bleeds for the fact that she didn't die in the accident. I walked into the bedroom and took close to ten minutes splurging water to skin trying to get the smell of her off me she smelled of kitchen oil and the bland cold floor. "Bitch!" "I'll make her pay!" "She played with fire and ruins will envelope her..." Arielle will be sent out of this house soon when my plan materializes and not even my good for nothing husband would save her. He always took sides with her over his wife and daughters. “She bewitched him.” I've always hated Arielle since she was brought to this house. Life was barely comfortable with me as a struggling mother and a husband who wasn't any better from a hand to mouth.The only thing we had was the poor house we lived at least a roof over our heads and that of our daughters. I had a multi-million siste
Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Adrian's POV I listened to my mother's story. Cold, dark and intriguing. Where was she driving? I patiently listened while waiting. “So Mom, what happened living in your Aunt's house?” “I ran out of my Aunt's house and fell into the hands of a Madame stripper. She introduced me to the stripping business. I started work as a virgin but lost it with numerous nights servicing clients. At first I felt despicable and all the worst feelings packed in one but as time went by the feelings began to wane. I kept working till the night I met your father in the club...” She pauses. “I met your father one cool evening. The breeze blew romantically like strings tied to the other in blissful harmony. The weather was cloudy and the perfect opportunity for lovers to get under the sheets. That day I had no purpose to dance. I sat at the seats meant for onlookers and let the stripping girls do their thang on the pole. I was dressed in
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