Arrogant Perfume Novels & Stories

Grandma Gloria didn't mind, and she was just curious. "Yes. What do you think about the scent of this perfume?" They sat behind the dining table with some dishes on the table. "Like a girl's perfume." "It's a perfume that belongs to." Oriaga cleared his throat, almost letting out a sentence that made his stutter. "I purposely bought a sweet-scented perfume like this, Grandmother." "Hmm. Of course, you can try perfume from any brand, and it's up to you." The woman briefly turned to her food, but not for long as she remembered something. "Ah yes, I almost forgot to tell you."

My heart began hammering in my chest as I walked to him and sit on his laps while placing my hands on his shoulder,warm fingertips glided down my thigh in gentle caresses in an intimate gesture that was completely blissful. I moaned softly while calling his name which make him continue with his advance,he lifted my bathrobe Abit and caressed my already wet Honeypot before his eyes went wide. “You react so quickly to my touch” He said in a deep sexy tone while kissing my neck,I craned my neck so that he could have a clear view of it. He continued kissing me gently, everything felt surreal and dreamlike ,I swallowed hard knowing quite well that Xavier valued me at the brief time since I could

gift? I already got that covered. “Nope, do you have any ideas?” Charles pours his cup of coffee and then turns to look at me, “Well she has been talking about getting this new perfume by Versace, I think it’s called Delilah,” “Wouldn’t that be weird though, she has a boyfriend now,” Charles Hisses, “Totally forgot about that. A dinner reservation for the both of them and a spa treatment maybe?” No. “That sounds perfect, I’ll make one at Michael Angelo, and –

A hint of perfume lingered in the air. After Julian, Valerie, and Melissa approached, they instinctively covered their noses and mouths. "What's that fragrance you're wearing, Walter?" Melissa inquired. "Armani. You don't like it?" he replied. Melissa shot back, "Did you get a fake perfume? The same "Sentimental" perfume on Bennett had a subtle and captivating scent that fascinated her. However, the fragrance Walter sprayed was either too overpowering, causing irritation, or was a cheap knockoff.

I expect any, just one good thing but he had none. “For a business deal. They refused to work with me as I was too ‘arrogant’ so I had to do something even if it meant saying stupid things.” Replying monotonous, he rested his hands in his pockets, holding his head high with pride. My mouth gaped. Scanning his assertive form for the next few seconds before stopping at his unbothered eyes, closing our eyes. “You are a terrible man. Using everyone for your purpose. And how could you humiliate her before everyone? Do you-”

Just the frozen smile of someone realizing they were playing the wrong game. “You’re trying to control me?” I pushed her off my lap, her perfume lingering like smoke on my deliberately tailored khaki suit. I loosened my tie, the air stifling around me. I am born with a sensitive sense of smell, so I prefer clean smell, like the "urban forest" perfume produced by CHIHIRO studio. Subtle. Elegant. I glanced at my silver Patek Philippe watch, it was getting late. “I’ve made myself clear. Why are you still here?”

he finished. Jane was speechless. She hadn’t expected Liam to apologize and hadn’t prepared herself for this moment. It seemed as though her brain had shut down and she continued staring, while inhaling Liam’s sweet, musky scent–which only turned her on more. Liam was patient, waiting for her to speak or push him away. He had no explanation for why he was doing this, but had no intention of letting go. She smelled like roses, vanilla and candy– and it drove him crazy.

The arrogance vanished, replaced by something cold. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet. “You think she’s better than me?” That was the real wound. Not heartbreak. Pride. Amara didn’t care about love. She cared about winning. About being chosen. And I had just chosen Aria. “You’re beautiful, I’ll give you that,” I shook my head at my own foolishness. “Just as a cactus is beautiful, but only from afar. Touch it and you’re life becomes living hell. And right now…you’re that cactus I never should’ve touched.”

In her twenties, she was still childish, ignorant and on top of her empty brain, she was arrogant! The door's handle was pulled open by one of the servants, as Paige Adams walked inside well dressed into the dining room. She sat on the last seat of the table and spoke up. “How was my behavior? Quite nice right?” Paige Adams made her words and voice filled with nothing, but sarcasm. Her uncle could not take her arrogant, stupid attitude, and banged the table with his hands. He pointed towards her and lashed out on her. “Are you well satisfied with the result?! Congratulations! ” He yelled furiously at her. Paige Adams had no comments on her face but only an annoying smile.

He smirked arrogantly, his words dripping with contempt. "You want money? I have plenty of it! I'll pay whatever you want. Name your price!" he spat, his tone dripping with condescension, as if she were an object for sale. She felt insulted and demeaned. No one had ever looked down on her so shamelessly. Her life may have been far from perfect, but she would never stoop so low as to sell her body for money. Her heart churned with a mix of anger and resentment.