Chofer Particular Para Senoras Novels & Stories

Eve called a taxi. “Buenas noches, señora.” The bearded driver greeted her after she took her seat within the cab. “Where to, señora?” “Home.” Eve leans her back. “On Belize Puerte, señor.” @cycy

She took the plate and set to work, hoping she had not spoken out of turn. Lorena stepped outside of the house, ready to leave. She had not met most of the staff yet, so she wasn't exactly sure who was in charge of the cars. However, she had told Tanika earlier on to tell them to ready a car for her. Soon as she stepped out, a man in his early thirties approached her. "Good morning, my lady. I'm Ferrari, your driver." "Ferrari?" She thought. "An ironic name for a driver. A handsome one at that."

A man is beside her, he is tall but pudgy and if the keys he is dangling in his hands is any form of identification, then I can tell he is the driver. “Listen up girls,” the woman’s voice is grizzly and deep. Not at all feminine. “I am Melissa, the lady steward and this is our driver, Jaxon. We are from the Wolf House as you know and are responsible for transporting you. I will be your lady and matron during the course of your exercise.” She stops and takes in a large breath. “You are to ask me any questions, if you have, but mostly, you are expected to shut up and do as you’re asked.” The entire bus replies with ‘Yes, Lady.’

I exclaimed back. " What is he then, a hot stripper or your bang mate" the customer I was serving asked me. " None of the aforesaid," I replied. " Then what is he then? The elderly lady asked me " He is my chauffeur and a pain in my *ss." " I see" Joel yelled and winked my way. I chuckled at his never-ending childish behaviour. " So what's the name of our handsome chauffeur then?" A lady asked me. I looked at her and realized she had taken a liking to him as well.

The attendant, someone who identified himself as Cheng, helped him get his light luggage through security and down to where the vehicle was parked, right outside the airport. Just as he was pointed to a BMW M5 series, he wondered what his secretary would have prepared if he hadn’t been specific about something ordinary. He remembered homing that particular input into her more than five different times, and here he was, looking at the acclaimed drift king vehicle to be driven down the street of Cartonica.

The lady beside Shane grins and high fives Piper. "Oh come on guys, it was fun" He defends. "Fun! You call that fun.. Worst part you forgot your driving license at home" The lady whom I figured out to be Karina says and Shane raises his hand in mock surrender. "Okay fine... You win, happy?" "Hell yeah" She grins and it is then she looks at me. "Hi, I'm Karina. This witty head cab man's wife"

She then crossed the pedestrian lane. “Marvin, Cab driver?” Celine asked. Then the driver answered, “Yes, ma’am. Ma’am Celine?” “Right, that’s me,” Celine answered back with a smile. Celine pulled the cab’s door in the backseat. Then the driver drove to the destination. (At the Review Venue) A lady-lecturer in her 60s, wearing ruby red lipstick and black-winged eyeliner, and dressed in all-black romper pants and suit is talking; She seems to be wrapping up her lecture series in Civil Law.

The respectful voice of a woman was heard over the phone. “Yes, I am. May I know who is calling?” “How do you do, Mr. Collins? I’m the general manager of South City’s Rolls-Royce car dealership, Melissa Wren.” The woman sounded even more respectful. “I’m calling to arrange for a time for your 15-million-dollar Rolls-Royce Phantom to be delivered to you.” “Oh, I see. Would you be able to drive it over to me right now? I’m at Blizzard Group…” Chase gave her the address.

She then sat in the car and waited, not long after, someone knocked on the window, "Miss, is it the chauffeur you called?" "Yes, going to Erhai, come on up." She opened the car door and the chauffeur driver was just about to get in when he was pushed away hard. Lu Mingchu huffed and puffed and gasped for air, glaring angrily, "Why don't you women have any sense of danger? Getting a chauffeur? Haven't you seen those reports of black chauffeurs? Even the chauffeur's documents do not look at, let get on the car, I say you do not think that your life is cheap and worthless ah."

Charlotte father stood and told her that he has gotten her a personal chauffeur and body guard because she can’t keep moving around with his own chauffeur. Charlotte happy about her freedom at last was excited but shew no trace of excitement on her face. As her father called for her attention to introduce her to her chauffeur the guy she obviously didn’t notice as she was entering , she turned and was surprised. Is this a dream or am I hallucinating she thought. Her handsome good-looking chauffeur stretched out his hand and said “ Nice meeting you ma’am , I’m Davids Smith your personal chauffeur and bodyguard”.