Chauffeur For The Day Novels & Stories

A friend of Racquelle's who also happened to be a family friend was having her ninth birthday party and Racquelle had insisted he bring her to the venue himself. Today, he was in a silver-red Lexus, contrary to the black Tesla he had taken to work this morning. He had been going for the don't-notice-me look, but he might have missed as people kept staring at the car as they pulled up for the party. Thankfully, the windows were smoked, so they couldn't possibly see him inside. A thought struck him that he should get a chaffeur, being a busy businessman and all. Leighton usually took the wheels or he put the car on autopilot.

He shuts the door behind us, and we walk to the car. When I get in the car, the guard holding the door open closes it. The other guard on Xavier’s side closes his door, and the driver pulls off. I cross my arms, and I start a conversation. “I thought you said you didn’t have a chauffeur,” I say, trying to hide my anger. “I do. I just don’t use him all the time,” he says, scrolling through his phone. I stay quiet, but the constant anger picking at my brain gets the best of me.

*** Tyler's excitement escalated when he finally saw the luxurious ride that came to pick him up. A white limousine and a very respectful chauffeur who treated him with the utmost respect, as if he were the king of England. Tyler settled into the back seat of the limousine and reached for the glass of wine awaiting him. He opened the bottle and poured himself a drink, smiling as buoyantly as a happy kid. “Hey! What’s your name?” Tyler called out to the chauffeur as they slowly made their way from the park onto the road. “I am not instructed to tell you that, sir. I am only here to drive you to the restaurant and take you back home when you are done,” the chauffeur answered, his voice low and

“Have fun!” The chauffeur was waiting for me as I climbed down the porch. “Good evening Ms Hayes.” He said as he opened the door to the backseat for me. “Good evening,” I said as I slipped in. I felt utterly out of place, riding in a chauffeur driven vehicle on my way to a 'date' with a billionaire. The drive was silent, except for the faint sound of soft music coming from the radio. I stared out the window, letting the beautiful night pass my sight.

It happened when I least expected it. Stewart held my hand while pushing the trolley with the second hand. We got outside, and a man dressed in a black suit and pants with a black cap rushed to us. “Welcome to Mexico, Mr. Stewart. I am your personal chauffeur for two days,” he introduced politely, earning a nod as a response from Stewart. He took the trolley from him and pushed it to a black Bentley that was parked at the side of the entrance. We hopped in, and the journey began after he’d put everything inside the car.

Harris agreed as they finally settled for an SUV. Harris wanted to stay close with his wife, so he made a call. And shortly after, a chauffeur came to the garage and bowed to Harris and Rachel as he greeted, “Good day sir and madam”. “Good day,” Rachel replied, smiling warmly at the chauffeur. Harris gave him a brief nod and said, “Drive us to the Amelex restaurant “. The chauffeur nodded quickly, and walked to the key stand, where he picked out the car key. Then he returned and pointed to the SUV.

she started, but I didn’t let her finish. I paused at the doorway, gripping the handle tightly. “Don’t, Charlotte. Just don’t.” Without waiting for a reply, I descended the steps, the crisp morning air hitting my face as I reached the ground. The chauffeur, a composed man in a black suit, was already holding the car door open. “Good morning, sir,” he said politely. I nodded curtly, sliding into the backseat and tossing my bag onto the empty seat beside me. Moments later, the sharp, deliberate click of Charlotte’s heels echoed on the pavement as she followed.

He seemed rather calm as he commented, “That’s my lawyer’s business card. Discuss the compensation with him. Remember to keep the card well; if you lose it, I’m afraid you’ll have to personally come up with the compensation.” The chauffeur’s expression stiffened. He looked as though he wanted to continue cursing, but he knew he had to prioritize. Hence, he grabbed at the business card hastily and kept it securely. Are you kidding me? I will never be able to pay for the car even if I try to for the rest of my life. Elliot then politely gestured for Myra to get into the car. “Myra, it is my honor to be your chauffeur for the day as per Tony’s request.”

* It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when we landed in Northville City, and as I had instructed, the car, which I will use to drive to Renaissance Daycare, was already there waiting for me. I strolled down the plane and headed to the car, ignoring the greetings of the cabin crew. I was about twenty feet away from the car, and my chauffeur had already opened the back door seat for me, standing there patiently while waiting for me to enter. As soon as we were both already inside the car, I took out my phone and glared at the picture one more time. "To Renaissance Daycare," I instructed my chauffeur, my eyes still fixed on the picture of my daughter.

With everything perfectly in place, I confidently set out on my journey, ready to leave a remarkable impression. Thankfully, Tony had his crew pick up the paintings I wanted on display from Patrick and Andy's place earlier, so I didn't have to try and lug them into the limo with six-inch heels on. I closed the door behind me and walked to the limo awaiting me. The driver was standing at the door as I approached. "Hello, Ms. Matthews, my name is Jordan, and I'll be your chauffeur tonight." I hadn't seen this man before, but I trusted William. Jordan opened the door for me as I entered, and we were on our way.