Billionaire s Stripper Doll

One Night With My Billionaire Boss

Nathaniel Stone

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

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BILLIONAIRES SURROGATE STRIPPER

CHAPTER ONE

Ariel Donald’s Pov

(Surrogate Audition)

Seated cross-legged pinching my arms repeatedly, nervously, and filled with thoughts as I waited in line amongst hundreds of women.

They were different women crushing after him and just needed to birth his child and they would be fulfilled but all I needed was the money involved in being his surrogate.

Women from higher backgrounds, political, billionaires, top models. People I couldn’t get a chance to see on a normal day but today wasn’t a normal day. We were seated at the World’s leading Cuban company. The CEO Master Adrian Cuban was the richest Billionaire in Seattle and made the list of Forbes under 30 Billionaires.

He owns most of the clubs, hospitals, and a host of housing estates in Seattle. His net worth was about a hundred and twenty-two billion dollars. His line of companies ranges from fashion, telecommunications, and entertainment pushing the Cuban name to the top tier.

BILLIONAIRE BUSINESSMAN ADRAIN CUBAN NEEDS A SURROGATE.

It made different newsletters all over the world and created a huge buzz for a month over different international Media channels and local radios.

“The CEO has selected his top five and so far I’ll announce their names one after the other for the final selection.” The blonde receptionist announced with a pleasant smile with her eyes focused on her computer as she got ready to announce the names.

“Bridget Stone.”

A red-haired model got up from her seat and twirled her long hair and stared at the glass mirror walls in the multi-billion establishment.

She wore a blue turquoise short gown that accentuated her modeling curves and slim figure. Her occupation was boldly scripted in her tag as she catwalked and a bodyguard led her to the CEO’s office.

I glanced at my phone expecting a phone call from Eunice. My best friend hasn’t called to tell me about the doctor’s report. She was shuffling between wards from my disabled little brother and mother battling cancer.

Why did I take too long to think of the right choice to make some money to foot their hospital bills?

A tear nearly ran down my cheek but I pushed it back in and kept those feelings at bay.

The door was pushed open aggressively by the model who stormed out with fury and made her way to the company’s elevator. “What rubbish! He disapproves of my smoking habits.”

“Samantha Walsh.” The receptionist announced with no cares for the model who stormed out.

A brown-haired princess dressed in royal regalia and a crown to the base of her head. She was dressed in a gold ball gown with gold stone beaded to the attire. She had high cheekbones, full lips, and dramatic mascara while she held a royal sceptre.

“I should be announced first. You’ve no respect for royalty!” She snorted and walked elegantly towards the CEO’s office and shut the door with a loud thud that almost made me jolt in shock.

Before I could recover from her action she was bundled out of the CEO’s office with three mighty Bodyguards taking her out.

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