Billionaire Boyfriend Fragrance Novels & Stories

I gave him one last smile before, helping myself with a seat beside him. Papa went ahead to explain the reason why he called me, it happens so that Mr handsome here is the CEO of the most wealthiest and biggest perfume brand 'Red flames' in the country. And also his company is in collaboration with a huge fashion industry too. So he was an influencial person, but how come I haven't known him all these while.

His gaze drifts down—lips, throat, chest—and lingers there like a hand. Then he moves in. The wall catches my back with a quiet thud. His arm lifts, braced above my head, effectively caging me in. The scent of his cologne and warm skin wraps around me—amber, smoke, something primal underneath it all. “Boyfriend,” he repeats, almost tasting the word. “That’s cute.” His mouth tilts into a smirk that’s equal parts cruel and curious. “You sure you don’t want to keep your options open?”

It was as if he carried the scent of high-end cologne, now mixed with the smell of smoke and oil. And that hint of cigarette smoke on him-for reasons she couldn't quite understand-seemed to awaken something deep inside her. It was also why she found it hard to believe that he was a billionaire. Who would have thought that such a refined man could harbor such sinful thoughts at this moment? "Just don't move. Let's take this slow, just like you want," he murmured, shrugging as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

He looked then answered, Jenny. "So you think you're worthy of me? Jenny! I've never confirmed that you're my girlfriend before. Just because you helped my mother once, I let you do whatever you wanted. But you are very brave. You dare to threaten others with the name of billionaire Roger's girlfriend. Make them fear and worship you. You think don't I know these things?"

he mumbled, I blushed and glanced at the phone. "I love you more, bye."I hanged up when I got to the dinning table. Guess they were waiting for me. "Sorry for keeping y'all waiting parent, was talking to my boyfriend." I said calmly. "Emma, I want you to meet your personal maid Serena Lopez and your bodyguard Russ James, he is also your driver." Dad said. I stare at the girl who is my maid, she might be the same age as me. Then my bodyguard, he was so hot. So hot to be a bodyguard, his flexible muscles were visible through the light shirt he was wearing.

My face remained an absolute mask. The weak, crying boy who used to beg for Adrian’s love was dead. The man standing here today felt nothing but cold amusement for the pathetic creature pleading on the floor. I leaned down slowly, crowding his space until he was forced to inhale the sharp scent of my expensive cologne. It was the exact same scent the city's most powerful billionaire had been kissing off my throat just an hour prior.

I watched as she took two slow steps forward and then stopped, tilting her head back and then further back. “Oh wow,” she finally breathed. “This is…” “Subtle, right?” I teased. “You definitely weren’t playing,” she said, turning in a slow circle as she took in everything all at once. “When you said this guy is rich rich? I thought you were exaggerating. I see now that you were, in fact, underselling it.” “Like I said, he owns Obsidian now, so there is that.” I said,

Bene walked back in and made his way to the desk, dropping the note in front of Daemon. “Everything checks out. w She’s living with some billionaire, they’ve been together for a couple of weeks now. We were able to get pictures of them having dinner and at a couple of gala parties. We’re still digging to find out what she’s done with the money but at least, we have her location now.” “This billionaire boyfriend of hers, what sort of a man is he?” Daemon asked. “Reports say he’s into oil and gas and he made his fortune through it and that means he’s a dangerous man, they all are.”

Key word, my best. I had stolen a few glances though when he wasn't looking. Enough glances to know he was dressed in a black tuxedo that had a cream rose peeking out of his chest pocket. His hair was gelled to the back making him look like a slick aristocrat. My thighs clenched as I played his image over and over on my head. What would he feel like underneath the coat and shirt and tie? Hard and muscular definitely. And his scent... Oh no, I needed to get a grip over myself! Xavier cleared his throat again and I stiffened.

"I don't know, maybe I want to? but I think we need to have our parents' approval first?" I finally fixated my gaze on him. It's funny how he looked like an enigmatic billionaire who could get what he wanted when he was talking to others but when it came to me, he looked like a puppy drenched in the rain, so vulnerable and precious. "Why? There's no need. We already have a son," he asked, confused. He looked at my side and for a second I thought he was feasting his eyes on my body but then I got that he was just looking at the paper bag on my side that was filled with his change of clothes.