Arrogant Perfume Novels & Stories

However, she intercepts my path to the exit, a glare hardening in her eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demands. "I should be asking you that," I seethe through clenched teeth, struggling to hold my breath against the cloying scent. I can’t risk staying here; alarm bells are already screaming in my head. "I hate people like you—acting all high and mighty." "I have no idea what you're talking about. Please, move out of my way." "How dare you!" she challenges. "How dare you judge my perfume. It’s high-end, it’s expensive, and it smells divine." She sprays another choking cloud directly into the air around her face.

she demanded angrily. I sucked. "I-I'm not doing anything wrong to her! She just cries and I'm not sure why. Maybe she can't accept the fact that she is stupid. It's just a simple coffee, but she didn't make it right. What can you say about that?" "What did you say? A stup*d? What a nice boss you are! Why are you so arrogant and proud of yourself? Why are you so rude to your employees? Didn't you know that if you don't have employees, you can't earn a lot of money? You can't have this huge company!At the very least, be a nice boss! Just a little bit. Treat them as a friend of your company who helps you earn more money, not just an employee."

Once again, he came at me with his devilish appeal. "Please stay away from me because...," oh no, I can't control myself from throwing up on him this time, too. "Scarlet, do not try to push my limits. You are strongly aware of the consequences of your activities." "I'm sorry, but his cologne makes me want to vomit so badly that I can't stop myself." He wears a perfume by Armani, and while the scent is pleasant, I find it offensive. I went straight to his bathroom. I just got out of his restroom, where I spent a few minutes feeling refreshed. I opened his bathroom door after washing my face.

I whined, gripping his hand with a pleading look on my face " I won't, I love you too more than you think. I don't feel like forgiving myself that easily so what can I do to make it up to you?" He said softly with a little warm smile " Give me your perfume." I said, smiling with my big puppy eyes " Ohh Peter, I wear many different perfumes. so you should specify, I wear CREED AVENTUS, Tobacco Oud by Tom Ford, Acqua Di Gio by Giorgio Armani, Savage and Hugo for Men by Hugo Boss." I counted

[Arrogance detected ] [ Target Detected] Arrogance Sensitivity: High Potential Reward Multiplier: ×9 Reward: $10,000 Penalty: -$250,000 , -50% experience The shop grew silent seemingly in surprise at how someone dressed like a stray was able to confidently call out that amount. [Perception Increased: 9%] Even the clock on the wall seemed to hold its breath. The man's smirk wavered. He stepped closer, the strong scent of his cologne reminding Adam that he also needed one. "You're playing a dangerous game, beggar," he hissed. "Eight thousand. My father's net worth is in the millions of dollars. You don't know how much I am prepared to drop today just to see you walk out empty-handed"

Ella snapped. "Well, it's because I do not trust you in the slightest to handle such important designs," Austin stated bluntly. If looks could kill then Austin would have already been dead judging from the way Ella was glaring at him. Why are you glaring at me? Austin snapped. Because you are annoying as well as arrogant as well as full of yourself," Ella answered in anger. Austin shrugged casually as Ella words had no effect on him. "I'm a Gerano. it's the way I have been brought up and this is who I am. If you do not like it then you can please get the hell out of my office."

she said, playfully hitting me. "Yeah, but I'm praying he isn't my boss. He's so arrogant..." I cursed. "But he's single..." she whispered in my ear. "I can't fathom how deep your head is in your ass. There's no chance I'd date someone as arrogant and hotheaded as him. Plus, I'm just a nobody, and he's a fucking billionaire. I have this sense that he doesn't like me at all," I remarked while Allison poured a cup of coffee.

I uttered out loudly, hiking my arms away from him. He bit his lips. “This is the problem I have with lower-class people,” he said, a thin line forming between his forehead. ‘Did I just hear him saying low-class people?’ With fury in my face, I confronted him, “Why won't you utter that statement, since people born with a silver spoon are arrogant and proud like a peacock. You are nothing but a peacock.” He removed his hands from his pockets and pointed his finger at my forehead, letting it touch my head.

"So you can hold me down and remind me who I belong to." His jaw flexed, his fingers tightening around the leather. "You want that, angel?" "I crave it." The second box. "The Gift of Smell." I leaned in, licking my lips slowly, watching his grip tighten. “This is my scent. The one I wear when I want you to lose control.” My voice was a whisper, thick with promise. “A mix of Roja Parfums – Roja Haute Luxe… and me.” His eyes snapped to mine.

Arthur said, raising his hands in a defensive gesture. ​Xielle stayed completely silent, crossing her arms. But as Zeke stepped closer to check on her—his eyes full of that raw, suffocating worry—she suddenly recoiled, her face contorting into pure disgust. ​"Zeke, seriously?! Have you even showered?! You smell awful!" Xielle snapped, instantly covering her nose with her palm. ​Zeke stopped dead in his tracks, looking like she’d just slapped him. "What?" ​Arthur burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. "Bro! He literally owns the biggest luxury perfume empire in the country! What are you talking about? That’s Z Luxury you’re smelling!"