Arrogant Perfume Novels & Stories

“You’re competent. Very competent. But competence doesn’t make you indispensable.” His voice was a rumble, deep enough that it vibrated through her chest. She hated how it made her skin prickle. Her jaw clenched. She could smell him now—clean skin, faint antiseptic, that damn cologne wrapping around her like smoke. “No,” she replied, holding his stare, refusing to yield even an inch. “Arrogance just makes you unbearable.” A sharp intake of breath rippled through the room, someone’s gasp barely muffled.

Tiffany arrived at the Gold's Mansion and was bereft of words to describe the magnificence of the building. “Oh, there you are, Sweetie.” Mrs Gold said, rushing out to hug her. “Good day, Ma.” Tiffany said, returning the hug. “You look and smell nice, darling. What is the name of your perfume so I can get a bottle for you when I go shopping next time.” Mrs Gold said, leading her inside. “It's “Kate Spade New York.” Tiffany replied

My lips were now trembling and I just wanted to push him away but as much as I tried that, he kept pushing his body against mine making me loose my mind completely. My painful voice brought him back to his senses and his lips and teeth finally left my mouth, tears flowed through my eyes due to the pain and I looked at him angrily that was when he finally spoke "I told you to be careful but you do every possible thing to rile me up. Your scent is completely different from every person on this earth, it is so appealing and inviting that anyone can find you and that means that no matter how hard you try, you can't escape from me." I sucked my lower lip as it was swollen and painful, I tried to

She thought it was a Rolex, which was why she assumed it was expensive. She didn't realize Elvin was already standing in front of her. His scent immediately permeated her nose. It was a perfume scent, perhaps as strong as *kapeng barako* (Barako coffee). Her head hurt because of the strange and intense smell. She raised her hand and covered her nose and mouth so she wouldn't inhale Elvin's scent. It smelled so bad.

He had the sleeves rolled back to his elbows sexily and had left a few buttons of the shirt undone, showing off a generous amount of his sexy slightly hairy chest. He finished of his smart yet casual look with an expensive Rolex watch and his signature perfume, that had strong notes of wood, mixed with musk cologne, and overall smelt very manly. “You look really sexy today” Aria said quietly, the moment she took his hand and stepped out of the car, thinking he even smelt amazing. Adrian closed her door after her and looked down at her as they both walked up towards his parent’s mansion, “I’m sure I didn’t ask for a compliment” he said quietly with a small mocking smirk on his lips. Aria held

Argo said, walking back into the room and sitting down on his bed. "Is it really so bad if Mila and Eli go on a date? He’s not so,-" "Don’t fucking tell me he’s not so bad. You know what a condescending ass he is. People call me arrogant, but I at least come out with it. He thinks he’s the Goddess gift on fucking earth, the perfect future Alpha that can do no fucking wrong. He’s a fucking know-it-all, while in reality he doesn’t know shit." Argo said, unable to sit down anymore out of anger, he began pacing the room.

She stepped back. "First off," he started, his voice low and tight, "you have marks all over your neck." Her hand flew up instinctively. "Second," he continued, "you don't have on a bra. Third, you smell like a man." His nostrils flared. "And not just any man. One who wears Sauvage." He shook his head, half in disbelief, half in anger. "I switched to Ferragamo three years ago. I know Sauvage when I smell it."

The words made my blood simmer because what was wrong with this guy acting like a child born with a silver spoon and zero respect. I tossed the paper aside and dug deeper, pulling out a stunning navy Tom Ford suit crafted from luxurious wool-silk blend that fit my style perfectly even though coming from that arrogant prick made my skin crawl. Then lower still a pair of sleek black Louboutin Oxfords that matched flawlessly. I didn’t waste time and headed for a quick shower, emerging minutes later toweling my wet hair while the airport mess flashed in my mind again. My broken skincare bottles and ruined clothes fueling my resolve to sue them hard.

After I was done dressing up, I sprayed my perfume to also smell nice, and then I went to meet him in his room. He was already done preparing, and he was just putting on his wristwatch. "Are you done already?" he said to me as he dressed his collar. I responded to him, and then he came closer to me. "You look smart by the way, but what is the name of your perfume brand?" he asked me as he smelled my clothes. "Erm... this is a Maison Francis product. Is there any problem?" I asked him. He refused to admit that there was something wrong with it, but then he insisted that I make use of his own. I took it from him and sprayed it on my body before handing it back to him.

“On the streets, among the lower packs. Even some of the rogues.” I felt something sharpen in my chest. “What kind of talk?” “A new fragrance,” he said. “Called Amour.” The name alone was enough to make something twist slightly in my mind. Too soft. And too deliberate. “Go on,” Vincenzo urged. Lorenzo nodded. “It hasn’t been released publicly. Not fully. It’s being distributed selectively—small circles, controlled exposure. The kind of rollout you use when you’re testing something.” “Testing what?” I asked. “A new human smell?” I mocked.