Chauffeur For The Day Novels & Stories

Who the hell was picking her up now? I narrowed my eyes trying to see through the tinted window. Probably Nico again. Something ugly twisted inside my chest immediately. My chauffeur awkwardly cleared his throat beside me. “Sir… are we leaving or should I continue watching with you?” I immediately glared at him. “We’re leaving.” “Yes, sir.” The second I entered the car, my phone rang almost immediately. It was my assistant. “Sir,” she said nervously the second I answered, “I still haven’t found a proper sign language instructor available immediately.”

“How come I never see you or the other staff around, Maxwell?” The chauffeur’s chuckle came out as a low rumble as his gray eyes peered into the rear-view mirror. “That’s because we’re not stationed there, Miss Lola. Due to specific orders from Mr. Morales, we only make ourselves available when necessary. The ladies, for instance, come around three times a week for occasional cleanup. However, Mr. Morales always makes sure you’re not indoors whenever they are.”

The next day Arohi gets ready a little bit early as she has to take a cab to her office, her car is still not shifted here. When she reached the ground floor, a man in a chauffeur dress came near her. "Good morning mam, I am here to pick you up for the office shall we mam " Wait, it means my office has arranged for my ride too " " Yes mam, as you are new in our city, and you didn't have your vehicle yet so they are giving you this facility for some days."

Lindsey said and left. She walked outside the hotel and meet the chauffeur standing in front of a white limousine "Good Evening Mrs. Winslow" the chauffeur greeted bowing slightly. "Are we going on that car?" Lindsey asked getting uncomfortable. She felt it would be too much for the event and she wouldn't want people to gossip about her name. "Yes_" the chauffeur replied wondering why she was asking that. "Can't we use my car?" Lindsey asked sparing him a glance enough to access him, he was the same chauffeur that had brought her and Keith from the airport. Lindsey guessed he might be the Winslow personal chauffeur in Paris or chairman Winslow might have paid for his services during their st

“I have to pick up my daughter from school. The address is-” “I have it, ma’am,” he stopped me from ransacking my purse to search for my phone. My brows jerked, and I asked, “Why do you have it?” He stretched the ID card hanging off his neck. “Mr. Storm employed me yesterday. I will be your driver from today, ma’am.” “I don’t always need a ride.” “When you need one, I am always ready.” “Hmm.” I entered the front passenger seat, and his eyes blinked with slight panic.

Despite occasionally feeling the urge to crash the car when I'm driving him. Take this morning, for instance. He's in the backseat, absorbed in his phone screen. I'm chauffeuring him to the company. I start my day at seven, driving him to Crystal Empire and remaining there until it's time for his return trip. I can't leave his side because he often has urgent commitments that require my immediate availability as his driver.

I asked. “Sorry Madam, but he told me to pick you up and he said he'll meet us up,” the chauffeur said kindly, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. I hesitated for a brief second before stepping in. The drive was smooth, quiet and almost ceremonial— because there was champagne and a glass right where I was seated. The streetlights passed in quick blurs of gold and white, and now the city felt softer under the full moon. I rested my arms on my laps as I tried hard not to think too much, but my mind had already betrayed me.

They were the keys to his car. Katie was about to ask what was going on, when he spoke. "There are some places I need to get to today, and my chauffeur called in sick." He said. Katherine was bewildered. Was this bugger actually suggesting that she work as his chauffeur on her birthday, today of all days?! Never! Katie wanted to yell at him. To give him a slap right in the face, and pull his hair out from the roots. But she couldn't find the strength within herself to do such.

Just as Caleb was about to make an excuse, Grandpa roared. “NOW!” “Fine!” Caleb pulls the chair up angrily and sits down. “Sorry!” “I have an early meeting,” I announce, standing up. I actually have lost my appetite. This is not the kind of breakfast I would like to have. I like mine peaceful. “Enjoy your day, son. I love you,” I growl lowly, taking my car keys, phone, and my laptop bag which were on the table in the foyer. “Good morning, sir. Would you like my assistance today?” Ronald, my personal chauffeur asks.

She woke up early the next morning to avoid being late on her first day. She looked around her apartment and sighed before walking out. She had packed all the luggage she would be taking with her to Alex's house last night; she went outside to call a cab, but noticed that a man was already waiting for her. "Good morning, Ms. Loren. I'm Robert, your assigned chauffeur." The man said. He moved to the backseat door and opened the door for her.