All Chapters of The BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE STRIPPER: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Billionaire's surrogate stripper Adrian's POV Unrest filled my soul. I watched the love of my life, placed on a stretcher getting whisked into the delivery room. I wanted to be part of her child birth journey at the room, holding her hands while she screams, while I play comforting and whispering words of encouragement for perseverance. The Doctor made it known it won't be advised due to Ariel's first time and clear need of urgent service. “Doctor my wife is in there battling for her life and baby.” I yelled as he blocked my path to follow in the hot chase. “I am sorry but you can't go in. Her labour is long overdue and we can't afford to be distracted, the mother and child needs urgent attention. Nurse hurry up.” The doctor replied politely and headed for the labour room. He's right. I slip to the waiting chair. Maybe minutes, hours later I felt a tap on my shoulder as I look up my mother elegantly standing before me with wo

Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Eunice's pov My sexy thong dazzled under the sexy light as I walked around the stripping pole with so much glam, skill and sex appeal. My nipples left in the open with my huge boobs bare to the eyes. I got a doctor implant. For months I've embarked on riskful surgeries to look better than any whore working in the establishment and to take back the throne the ingrate of a friend stole the one night she visited the club. My face was worked on with dozens of injections to look youthful, more prettier and my waist enlarged to a bigger, rounder and sex popping ass. I spent so much of my savings to get this looks with hopes to get the club working again. Anna has received calls to close down the place. The club hasn't been making money as it used to and most clients refused coming back. The bigger clients spread rumours that our club can't keep to clients requests and kept recycling outdated strippers. Those clients were fans of A

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

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

“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