Novel & Cerita Billionaire Boyfriend Fragrance

He stopped inches away, his scent—that dangerous, electric ozone—filling my senses. ​"Congratulations, Ms. Smith," he said, his voice low and intimate. "You just bought the most expensive pile of rocks in North America. I hope it’s worth the price." ​"It is," I said, meeting his gaze. "Because now you have to look at my buildings every time you drive through this city."

I’m not even a fan of reading, I barely read books. I walk to his dressing table and I find his colognes and perfumes. I must say, he has great taste. He has Burberry, One Million, and Gucci. This guy is most probably rich. I smell each of them and One Million finds its way easily to my heart. I feel sorry for his girlfriend- if he has one. It seems like he’s accustomed to a lavish kind of life and buying him gifts on any occasion would be such a hassle because then she’d have to keep up with that fine and expensive taste of his. After showering and throwing my hair into a messy bun, I return downstairs. My face doesn’t look that bad. There’s definitely redness around my nose, but I know it

[Seduce my wife… if he does let him be fuck up, I will not continue our wedding. From what he read, Connor Carter Vozinelik is also a playful, versatile billionaire—nonetheless, he cannot afford to make Dylan's heartbreak again. He witnesses how he waited and resisted the temptation from his brother's absence. "Apology accepted—" he looks from his shoulder, "—Dylan." THE guards welcomed the CEO when entering the main entrance. The sillage trace of Connor is so good to smell. From the fragrance of his expensive perfume… no wonder he is also getting so much attention.

“You’re imagining things.” She shook her head slowly. “No, I swear I’ve smelled this before.” Because it’s the CEO’s perfume. The realization hit me like lightning. I tried to remember if Adrian’s scent was distinctive. Of course it was distinctive. Everything about him was. I kept my expression neutral. “It’s my boyfriend’s,” I said casually, opening a file on my screen to appear busy. “He uses a popular brand.” That wasn’t technically a lie. She raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend?” she repeated dramatically. “Since when?”

What if he wasn't romantically interested in her and had met someone new? "It's really you," Griffin said, bringing her out of her dazed state. His voice sounded so much deeper than she remembered. "I can't believe you're finally here." A bubble of joy lifted from Scarlett's heart to her throat. It made her voice come out in a soft tone, barely a whisper. "I'm here..." Scarlett wanted so badly to dig her nose into his white shirt. He smelled so good he could be bottled up and sold as a fragrance called "Hot Billionaire Dad," and every girl would go wild for the scent.

I ask him not really interested in his answer; I don’t want to run because I know he’ll definitely take that as a weakness. “I wanted to see your face when I tell you this; I may not be able to touch you but I want you to know that I’m watching you.” He says making the words touch and watch sound both nasty and deadly. He takes a step closer to me watching my every reaction. I stand firm keeping my focus on him, if he touches me I’ll hurt him. “One day that wealthy boyfriend of yours will get tired of you and believe me when I say I will come for.” He says and my senses are overwhelmed by his scent, he smells like alcohol, heavy cologne and really bad body odour.

Breathe, Nora, breathe! I sprinted to the door just in time as the second knock landed on it. I inhaled much-needed air and exhaled, wondering why I was so nervous. I turned the lock and swung open the door. The first thing that hit my nostrils was Frank's very expensive cologne. Today he was wearing Clive Christian's Imperial Majesty Perfume, which was one out of his collection and the most expensive. I can remember the first day I asked for the name of the fragrance he wore, and he had told me. The mistake I made was going online to check it out, only to see that it was worth a staggering $435,000. I was shocked to my bones.

“That my best friend’s bodyguard is actually a billionaire. And not annnyy billionaire but freaking Nikolai Dorne” Now beside her, I led her to the couch. She didn’t resist, of course; she lived for dramatic entrances. I placed my hand on her shoulder as she lowered onto the couch, giving her light massages. “I know what you’re doing, and it's ohhh,” she groaned, “baby just there.” I continued with the massage, “You’ve had a tough week.” “Tell me about it. It’s one thing to deal with a self-absorbed Englishman who can’t stop bragging about his vintage properties, and it’s another that he smells like a neglected locker room. Like, sir, you’re a billionaire. Invest in deodorant!”

We paused our kissing and gazed into each other's eyes. "When will this happen again?" Yohan asked softly, while stroking my belly. I smiled at him and affectionately kissed his lips, caressing his cheek. "Very soon, Yohan. Don't worry, I'm going to check it every time, and you're the first one to know about it, okay?" I said tenderly to him. He nodded and kissed me again on my lips. "I love that, Baby. Thank you." Having a billionaire boyfriend's DISADVANTAGE is that you can't stop him from having a meeting outside the country, and he needs to go there.

Even if Don paid him a million, he would never agree to be her boyfriend. Gabriella just stared at him, not even answering her minions’ questions. He almost laughed, but he held back, he didn’t want to ruin his plan. He leaned closer and put his arm around her again, catching a whiff of her expensive perfume. For sure, this perfume costs a fortune. Hope all, he whispered under his breath. “Let’s go. You told me last night you wanted to eat popcorn,” he said, then kissed her forehead. Pray for my soul, he thought.