Imposter Cologne นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" I snap angrily, I shrug off my surprisingly clean blazer and hold it my hand still staring at the mess on me. *F**king idiot, you got my shirt soaked up. Is it so hard to watch where you' re going?! Now I have a meeting in an hour and my shirt is soaked because of you! Jesus Christ, rich brats.* The guy remains quiet, "You know what? Next time why don't you watch where you're f**king going? Is that too hard?" I snap walking around him. As I do that I catch a whiff of his cologne, it's far much enticing than the elevator guy's one. It's a mixture of many things, a hint of smoke, expensive whiskey, after-shave, apples and surprisingly actual cologne.

Not yet. Afterward He shaved carefully and dressed with the same attention to detail He brought to every important meeting. Only tonight wasn't a meeting. It was something far more dangerous. A date. His custom cologne waited on the marble counter. Steele Reserve. Created exclusively for Him by a private perfumer in Milan years earlier. Cedarwood. Black pepper. Leather. Amber. A scent people associated with Him instantly. The final piece of armor. William adjusted the cuffs of His crisp white shirt before slipping into a charcoal-gray suit tailored specifically for His frame.

he suggested affectionately. Sophie nodded, leading him to the couch before they both sat down. For some reason, she felt nervous in front of her idol and didn't know what to say. After a few seconds of silence, Sophie struck up a conversation. “What cologne are you using? It smells amazing.” “Le Jardin de Monsieur Li,” Josh answered. “It suits you very well,” she said. “Thank you.” After that, Josh initiated a new topic. “You must be in university at your age, right?”

She walked down to the main door, she was getting late as it was a college event for the students and everyone from senior to junior year were going. She put her new branded bag on her shoulder. Her hand barely touched the door when she heard his chilling voice. “Where are you heading to?” his voice was so cold but she could feel an urge to explode. She turned, he was standing near the couch while folding his arm around his chest. He was wearing a casual grey hoodie and black trousers perfectly stretching around his flawless body. “College event,” she said, shortly. He walked towards her slowly. His aura was dangerously scary. “Since when college started to organize slut shows?” he asked whi

He tries to scramble for a technical question to trip her up. "Fine. A high-value client wants a premium perfume for a partner who is highly allergic and sensitive to strong scents. What do you suggest?" "Is the partner male or female?" "Male." "Something ozone or aquatic. I see you have the LV imagination and also Boadicea Aqua on display behind the glass; that possesses a hypoallergenic synthetic base. It’s a perfect suggestion." Johnny swallows hard, his jaw tightening but he maintains his professional stance.

I tried sniffing the air and couldn’t make out what it was. “Oh, you must be smelling my new cologne?” I smiled politely. “What kind of cologne is it?” “Oh, it’s garlic bread cologne. I got it from an online shop. Would you like me to spray some on you?” “No, thank you,” I said and dodged her sprays. *Ding* I sighed and leaned my head against my hand. Fun, my ass. I’m going to kill those guys once I get home. Is this a speed dating event for fucking weirdoes? I was about to rise up from my seat, but another girl sat down in front of me.

If she did, she would become more intoxicated because his scent was just another tentacle to pull her under, to be consumed by this weird obsessive octopus thing she had for Gresso. Who on earth was he? He didn’t act like a convict. He didn’t look or smell like one, either. His cologne was expensive. Hints of bergamot and sandalwood, maybe. And though gum was contraband (as well as cigarettes), his breath always smelled minty-fresh. His teeth were white and well-maintained. And his lips…

It was the last train alright, and I didn’t dare think of what would happen to me here if I had to extend my stay. “Lost in my own little world, I failed to decipher the body that had placed himself just right before me. It was his strong cologne that brought me back to reality. The scent of his perfume was so strange, I couldn’t put a picture to it. It was as if it had been mystically made in the lab and for its signature scent to only be recognised by its owners. But it was so STRONG! So strong that I could feel myself suffocating. I drowsily turned to my left to get a picture of the person with the cologne. How could he possibly be okay with wearing that, was he even breathing properly? M

I pulled a baggy, faded grey hoodie over my head and dragged a pair of loose denim jeans up my hips, completely burying my female frame. Finally, I grabbed the cheap, aggressive men’s cologne from my backpack. I sprayed it heavily across my neck and wrists. The harsh scent of synthetic pine and alcohol burned my nose, but it was absolutely necessary. It masked the lingering traces of Jordan’s cedar scent and completely buried my natural Omega pheromones. I wasn't the girl who had spent the night wrapped in an Alpha’s arms anymore. I was Emberly, the scrawny, unremarkable college boy.

Just what I fucking need—another overprivileged asshole trying to mansplain market dynamics while staring at my tits and probably calculating whether I’m worth his time based on my perceived net worth and breeding potential. He stops right next to me, close enough that I can smell his cologne. Something expensive and obnoxious that probably has a French name, comes in a bottle shaped like male insecurity, and costs more than most people’s car payments. The scent is overwhelming—not in a good way, but in that specific way that suggests someone who thinks more expensive automatically equals better. “You must be the girl who slept her way to the top,” he mutters, his voice just loud enough for