Chauffeur For The Day Novels & Stories

If I stay in this conversation any longer, I’m going to come apart. I step outside. Sitting in front of the house is a black Escalade. I stop so fast my heel catches against the porch step. The driver steps out. “Imani?” he asks. “Who’s asking?” I reply. My voice comes out guarded, my grip tightening on my bag strap. “I’m your driver,” he says. “My what?” My brows pull together. My pulse jumps. “Your driver. Mr. Carter hired me to take you wherever you need to go every day,” he explains.

They quickly stepped out of the elevator, letting me have all the space. I got off at the parking lot. My chauffeur hurried over to me and took my bag from me. I opened the door and got in. "Good evening sir. How was your day at the office sir? "Long and stressful. Drive." "Yes sir." I undid my tie and unbuttoned few buttons of my shirt and leaned back. We were out on the road. The sound of the rain felt so good. While driving, my chauffeur splashed water on some lady and the face looked familiar.

Instead, a black car sat waiting at the entrance. "Ms. Cunningham?" A man said, walking towards me. He wore a chauffeur's outfit, but I was confused as to how he knew my name. "Do I know you?" I asked, perplexed as to what was going on. "No. My name is Colton. Mr. Stone hired me to be your personal Chauffeur. Here's my card. Call me anytime, and I will take you anywhere you need to go." "What? You don't need to do that. I already have a taxi on the way anyways." I asked, surprised.

XAVIER POV I step out of one of my malls and i’m immediately greeted by the familiar gleam of the black Maybach waiting at the curb. Luca is behind the wheel — my driver for the last eight years — and Kade, my assistant, stands at the front passenger door exactly where he is supposed to be. He gives a slight bow. “Good morning, Mr. Xavier.” I return a single nod. Kade opens the rear door for me. I slide in, adjust my collar, and cross one leg over the other. A cup of matcha sits in the center console beside a neatly arranged folder with today’s briefing. Luca pulls away smoothly the second the door closes.

"My only business here is you. Get in. I'm your chauffeur to the civic center." I held the door, skeptical. "You're attending the bid?" "I'm attending *you*," he corrected, his tone shifting to wounded pride. "What, I'm not good enough to be your driver now?" "It's not that. I'm just wondering why the future CEO of Reed Holdings has nothing better to do." "My schedule," he said, gently nudging me into the leather seat, "is entirely dictated by where you need backup. Now, buckle up. A ride-share is beneath the woman leading Thorne's charge today. You need an entourage."

Ariana stepped outside, adjusting her sunglasses. A tall man in a sleek black suit approached, giving a polite nod. “Good morning, Miss Ariana,” he said in a crisp voice. Ariana raised an eyebrow. “And you are?” “I’m Daniel Blackwood’s chauffeur,” he replied smoothly. “I’m here to take you to the private jet.” Ariana blinked, surprised. “Private jet? Funny, Daniel forgot to mention that part.” The chauffeur allowed himself a small smile. “It was meant to be a surprise.”

I said, taking my bag from the housekeeper before heading to the car in the garage. Charles held the door open and waited until I settled in before handing me my phone. I had let the chauffeur go weeks ago. It would look strange for someone earning a data analyst’s salary to still have a driver, so Charles filled that role now too, on top of everything else he did for me. “Remember, you’re my Uber driver if anyone asks,” I reminded him. He nodded and pulled out of the mansion gates.

They were scared of what would happen if they tried else, so the chauffeur bowed as he took the car key, and he threw a look at Nysera, who wasn't even looking at him. It is going to be a very funny and long day.

I slide into the back seat of my Lamborghini, and Terrible sits in the driver's seat while Stark and Jack drive from the G-Wagon behind. As the car sped off, I picked out my phone and went through the message from the unknown number, although I knew who it was from. I was considering the unholy steps I would take with her, but since there is no reason to think twice because the person I wanted to respect didn't care about me except for money, I sent her a message of approval and listed the times we would have the lesson. "Terrible," I called to my chauffeur. "Yes, boss," he quickly answered in a respectful tone.

A great person by heart. I was jogging towards the car as usual. Cody, our chauffeur drives me off to school every day, he has been doing this from the day I started schooling here. I still remember my apprehension over the first day there but Anya and Cody both helped me overcome my anxiety, I got closer to the Audi and saw Cody standing beside it. My face immediately formed a bright smile and I called out his name. He turned around and replied me back with a grin, “Our latecomer has arrived,” he added and I furrowed with a mischievous smirk,