Billionaire Boyfriend Fragrance Novels & Stories

she queried arrogantly and rolled eyes at him. Ken shrugged and gave her his words, “Trust me, okay. I am not going to get physical or violent over this. Besides, he is a billionaire’s son. He is supposed to be untouchable.” After a brief hesitation, Salsa muttered, “His name is Rod Benson, son to James Benson, the richest man in New York. It will interest you to know that Rod Benson is Opula’s ex boyfriend. They had a reunion at the yacht party which ended up in one-night stand and the rest is history.”

My heart raced as I realized what had transpired the night before, and I felt incredibly uncomfortable knowing that I had given my virginity to a complete stranger. But he wasn't just any stranger; he was Logan Mancini, the renowned billionaire playboy known for his countless conquests. I watched as he leaned closer, his lips slightly parted, tempting me to bridge the gap and kiss him. However, I resisted the temptation and gently pushed him away, placing my hand on his chest, which caused him to furrow his brow. He began to speak, but my mind was still muddled, unable to comprehend his words properly. The lingering effects of the alcohol I had consumed the previous night left me feeling diz

“Mm.” He pushes his forehead against mine, eyes closed, breathing harshly. I sniff his scent like a drug. A viral, sharp male fragrance that opens with bergamot, veering into zingy geranium, underpinned by mandarin and sage with a sprig of aromatic lavender. CK Eternity. Oh, how I just love love LOVE the aroma of that highly-priced green liquid. Love. Was it my imagination … or did he say it? I can swear he did. Nah, it was just wishful thinking. But what if he did? Did he mean it? Oh, please let it be true.

"Addison, he looks like he could bench-press an actual car and then casually buy the entire company that manufactured it. What did he smell like? Don't you dare give me that look, you absolutely have to notice these things! Was it like that 'dark mysterious billionaire' vibe or more like 'freshly printed money' smell?" I couldn't help it—I actually laughed at that, the absurdity of her questions breaking through my gloomy mood. "I don't know, Jules! I wasn't exactly taking detailed notes! It was... good, okay? Like sandalwood and something else underneath that. Something a little bit wild, maybe. I can't really describe it." She started fanning her face with her hand dramatically. "Wild. Oh,

To him, he fixed his gaze back on the beach while we both smoked in silence but I had to start up a conversation. "Your friend owns here?" I decided to ask since our sex had been God knows whose office, the office could be used as a room at how wide and big it was. "No," Sullivan answered. "And who owns here?" I asked again. "Me." He replied puffing out another cloud of smoke, he was serious. I didn't doubt him. But oh my God! "Really?" I couldn't hide my surprised state as my subconscious was beginning to tease me that I had a Billionaire boyfriend... Not boyfriend tho---no! He is my boyfriend! My boyfriend is super rich!!

Forcing myself to hold back the discomfort, I tentatively asked, "What if your boyfriend can't come up with that much money? I don't mean anything by it—it's just that buying an apartment is no small amount. It'd be bad if something went wrong." But Carla laughed as if I'd told the most ridiculous joke. "If he can't even come up with two million dollars to buy an apartment, why would I even be with him? Jody, I don't mind telling you this, but my boyfriend's company has made a ton of money from several projects recently." She then waved the Van Cleef and Arpels bracelet on her wrist and boasted, "See this? He just gave this to me last weekend like it was nothing." I stared at the bracelet, t

She said as she sprayed the Chanel perfume she was holding on her body, dropped it on the dressing mirror and darted to the door. “Do I look good?” She shouted at the entrance. “Yes, my love.” I answered as I picked my phone to go through the social media. Suddenly my mind drifted to Kael, my boyfriend. “Why is he not replying to my messages?” I muttered as I went through our chat on I*******m. Kael and I have been dating for 2 years, although he hasn’t made our relationship public, being a billionaire heir , he claimed he doesn’t want his parents to know now because of our financial differences. So I agreed to him, the relationship was only between Aurora, I and him.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

I covered my mouth, heart racing. “No. No way. This is too much.” “Too much?” Bree held it up like it was the Holy Grail. “Girl, this is not too much. This is billionaire love language.” In the third bag, a pair of Christian Louboutin heels gleamed, red soles untouched. My size. My stomach knotted tighter. How did he even know? The fourth bag carried a box of skincare products from La Mer, each bottle nestled in satin. Bree whistled. “Your skin is about to glow like the angels.”