Chauffeur For The Day Novels & Stories

Ava As I stepped out of the house, I noticed a man wiping down the car squeaky clean. He looked up, caught my eye, and smiled, bowing his head respectfully. "Hi, who are you?" I asked, glancing back before looking at him. "I'm Mr. Flynn, ma'am," he replied, putting down the cloth. "I'm the chauffeur here. I'm responsible for driving the family when needed." Wow. So, Caspian hired another worker? Well, he should have given me a heads up first. Now, look at me getting unnecessarily and stupidly surprised.

"Miss Clifford?" Seriously, right there in the hospital chaos? Internally, I pleaded, "Please don't tell me you're my ride." But, of course, luck wasn't on my side. “Are you my chauffeur?” I asked him nervously, silently praying he was not. He grinned and nodded, confirming he was indeed my chauffeur. I felt feeling a mix of relief and dread. With a simple gesture, he motioned for me to follow him, and off we went, bracing for embarrassing things awaited on this first day of my work.

After rushing to get dressed, I hurry out of my room, and a knock comes from the door. The housekeeper doesn't come until tomorrow, so I'm surprised by the knock. Picking up my bag, I hurry to the door. "Good morning," the man greets as soon as I open the door. I raise my brows. "Good morning." "I'm your new chauffeur. Your husband sent me to carry you to work," he explains. I let out a sigh of relief. "Great! I'm ready to go now." He nods. "I'll just go get the car ready." He hurries off, and I run back to pick up my phone from the table. Thanks to Luis for being my saving grace.

I said to the chauffeur grandma hired "I'm sorry but I was instructed to drop you off and not stay far away from you both incase of any emergency. Madam told me clearly not to allow any of you to drive till the honeymoon is over. Thank you" says the chauffeur and he begins to unload our bags from the car trunk taking it inside the suit. He drop them off at the door entrance before leaving

"What did you say you do again, Finn?" I sighed and walked towards her. Throwing my arms around her shoulder, I kissed her on the cheek. "I drive. I am a chauffeur." "No one would let you, a chauffeur, take their car to your home. Or will you be here for a short while before returning?" "Of course not. I'll be here till tomorrow,"

I straightened immediately and walked toward the curtain, pulling it aside just enough to see outside. A man in a suit stepped out of a Cadillac Escalade, his movements precise and professional. He adjusted his jacket slightly before approaching the door with calm confidence. A second later, the doorbell rang. I took a breath before opening it. “Good morning, ma’am.” He bowed the instant the door opened. “I am your chauffeur for today. I’ve been ordered to take you to the production company to meet with the main investor. Please come with me.” I studied him briefly, then nodded.

"I like my apartment just fine." Bryan nodded, but I could tell he wasn't convinced. He walked over to the coffee table and dropped a business card on it. "This is the contact information for your personal chauffeur," he said. "From now on, you'll have a driver to take you wherever you need to go. And if you need anything at all, just give him a call." A wave of irritation gushed over me. "Bryan, I appreciate the offer, but I don't need a chauffeur," I said, trying to sound calm. "And I don't need any of the other things you're offering me. What I need is my job back."I spat angrily.

he lifted his hand for me to hold. “Definitely,” I linked mine with his and we walked out of the house. A chauffeur was standing close to a Range Rover Sport. He opened the door for us and slightly bowed, “Good evening, I’m Charles and I’ll be your driver tonight,” “Good evening,” I responded with a curt nod as Zane helped me inside the car. He closed it shut and went around and got in. When did Thomas hire a new driver? I haven't seen this one at all.

“Sam, I don’t want to become a mute. Don’t ask me. You’d better ask the chauffeur.” The chauffeur got out of the car, saying, “Sam, I didn’t hear or see anything.” Jim was at a loss for words. It was very clever of the chauffeur. The chauffeur drove Sonny every morning. It was only in the afternoon and at night that he was with Zachary. He personally thought that he was not as vigilant as before.

She leaned in for a quick squeeze and then wiggled me slightly. "Have you ever seen a bus around here?" She asked, and yeah. I felt like an idiot. "It's okay. David will take you to and from school. If you want a different chauffeur, we will invite some for an interview and you'll take a pick." WOOOOOOOOW. Just, wow! But... "Who's David?" "Your mom's chauffeur." Right. The big guy that drove us around last Wednesday. "Okay. Thank you." I whispered softly and he gave me a small smile.