Imposter Cologne

Jake topher,a billionaire ceo falls for an upcoming model, just when he thought he couldn't be with a woman..... Victoria kings,a witty but courageous model, filled with confidence and determination towards life meets the dreaded CEO who everyone seems scared of in the city...she shows no fear. A fun romantic comedy with a touch of drama and action. ********************** "Can I kiss you?" Jake asked, his face just an inch away from hers. Her breathing grew heavy, his lips were near hers, they just weren't touching. She wanted to say something but no words came, so she looked back down, but it lead to more temptation. Her eyes met his lips, his perfectly lined lips, which were slightly parted. "Jake." She managed to mutter, in an attempt to stop him, but her low voice at the moment was more seducing than ever to his ears. "Can I?" He pleaded again, his thick yet smooth voice reverberated In her ears. She shivered when he brought his lips closer to her eears. He was much more closer now, she could smell his cologne, she closed her eyes, she loved the way he smelt, but she couldn't let him do what he wanted to do right now. He was drunk and she knew it. She shouldn't have brought up the idea of wine drinking. She felt a grasp on her waist, he pulled her to himself, there was no space between them now Cupping her face with his right hand, he admired her beauty for a while. "Vee?" He looked at her eyes." I want you, vee." He said, his gaze now on her lips, he wanted to kiss her so badly. ********************* Read more, please vote as you read, and make sure to comment who's your favorite . Genika3na️.

Claire Willson, also known as Angel Anderson... Is eighteen years old girl, who came from a rich and powerful family but lost her memory at the age of 7 years due to a kidnap case. She was saved and grew up in the family of the Willson as their second daughter. However, life wasn't easy for Claire... No one loved her in the Willson family as she thought was her family. With so much on her shoulders, Claire subsequently developed double personalities. The first personality was Scarlett (Red), a badass girl who is good at fighting and never compromises with anyone... The second personality was Mia, a genius who understands several languages and is good at studying and even in the business world. ********* Ethan Richardson, the CEO of Richardson Corporation. The most handsome and capable young CEO with so many capabilities in the country. He's cold as ice with everyone, even with his family. There only person who warmed his heart since he was little was Angel Anderson. However, she died in a kidnap case to save him when they were young. Ethan became more cold and distant since then except from his two best friends, George Anderson, who is Angel's older brother. And Chase Bridgeton, a doctor. What happens when the three men meet Claire Willson, a girl who looks exactly like their beautiful and cheerful little Angel who died years ago? What happens when they realize she has three Personalities? What happens when an imposter of Angel Anderson arrives? Will Claire ever recover her memories and reunite with her real rich family? Will Ethan ever forget his first love, Angel Anderson, and fall in love with Claire Willson? What happens when Claire recovers her memories and finds her true identity but refuses to be reunited with her family?

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.