Chauffeur For The Day Novels & Stories

Teyana trailer behind him. “ A chauffeur,” Teyana asked, irritated. “ and where is he” she questioned further, “ Waiting in the car ma'am, if you do not mind allow me to take you………” the chauffeur gets a hold while speaking. She cuts in, not letting him finish his sentence “ I really do mind sir, please go tell your boss if he wants this date, he should get down from the car and come get me himself before I lose my cool” Teyana felt annoyed, only Jerome understood why.

The heat struck me quickly too. We made our way outside and were met by different chauffeurs all standing in front of their cars holding a sign with someone's name written on it. I thought we were going to call a Uber or something but after Damon immediately directed himself to one of the chauffeurs, I saw that it had his name written on the sign he was holding.

"We spoke on the phone, and he didn’t say a word. I asked him to wait, not now." "Well, he did. And, also, meet your new chauffeur." He added, gesturing toward the giant beside the car. I guess this was why the employee's couldn't stop smiling at me. "Hello, ma'am. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Biggy, your new chauffeur."

“But I thought you are single, lover girl; I mean, it was all over the internet a few months ago that you got yourself drunk at a pub because of a heartbreak,” “But that does not mean I am single. London, are you ready to go?” I ask my assistant. “Yes, I will wait outside,” I give her my car key and make her wait in my car instead. After she left, I get up too and prepare to leave. “Is there anything else you would like to add?” I as. “My chauffeur will be at your house at 6 PM to get you in a Limousine on the night of the event. I think we both would look good in burgundy, what do you think?” He wraps his hand around my waist, walking me out of the house.

Cameron clicked his tongue, following my gaze with amusement. "Well, I'm disappointed." He said with a scoff. "Hot stepbrother isn't here to pick you up today." My heart started racing as he mentioned 'stepbrother,' almost like he had been reading my mind. The words hit too close to home, too accurate, too revealing. "How do you know?" I asked, my eyes impatiently scanning the parking lot. "Because I recognize that that is your chauffeur." He said, pointing at the suited man who stood beside a sleek dark SUV. Marvin, the quiet driver who always seemed to appear exactly when needed.

I hurried to my window and checked, only to see the same chauffeur that Mark had used the last time, and I knew instantly that it was from him. Why would he bother with this? I could very well find my way to the airport and he knew this, so why? “I think you should leave now so that you don’t miss your flight,” Gina said. “Yes, thanks,” I said. The drive to the airport was a quiet one. Of course, this was a professional chauffeur, and as such, nothing like a conversation was expected, which was even better for me, because it gave me the time to just think and reflect.

Hopping into his car, he inputted the restaurant address into his map, allowing himself to be directed. As he got closer, he sighted Cara sitting by the window side, munching quietly on her food. Oblivious of the taxi following him, Cynthia parked the car at a distance, not trying to make herself known. "How much is your entire fare for a day?" She asked the cab driver. "It differs, mostly ranging from $500-$1000." "I'll give you $5000 for the entire day," she said, shocking the driver. Her offer had him not thinking at all, he jumped on it immediately.

I have never dated anyone and couldn’t offer the best relationship advice to a heartbroken person. “Stop the fucking car!” He ordered, kicking the metallic body with his legs. I shook my head, stepping on the gas as he continued his mini tantrums. I didn’t know where we were headed and I doubt he did either. I was his chauffeur for the day and we took him wherever he wished to go.

I say. "Good morning miss, this is Mr Garcia's assistant." The female voice comes through. "Mr Garcia would like me to inform you that his driver is available for you all day today. He will take you wherever you want to go and will wait downstairs for you until you are ready." Wait what did she just say? Driver, car? Now my head is almost spinning off its shoulders.

"Do you know how important the person sitting in the back seat of my car would be if someone of my level had to drive for them? As the CEO of multiple listed companies, I negotiate deals worth billions! Don't I have anything else to do every day? Now, you pick up girls, I pay, and I have to be your chauffeur. It's really ridiculous!" Darren's boot slammed into the back of Cassius's seat, the thud reverberating through the plush interior. "If you lose a bet, you're willing to accept it. If I ask you to be my chauffeur for the next three months, you shut up and be my chauffeur for the next three months. Capiche, Rosado? Turn left ahead!"