Romans & histoires Imposter Cologne

Pull yourself together, Kate! "Everything okay?" he asks, his voice oozing with charm. Oh, for heaven's sake! What's wrong with me? I clear my throat, desperately trying to regain my composure. "Yes, of course, everything is fine." But I can't ignore the tantalizing scent of his cologne—citrusy top notes with a dark, musky undertone. It's the kind of fragrance that would make even the most confident woman weak at the knees. This man should come with a warning sign: "Danger! Approach with caution!" I take a step back, creating some much-needed distance between us. Before I look away, I notice a slight smirk playing on his lips. Cocky bastard.

he replied. She laughed lightly, hoping it sounded natural. As he pulled back slightly, his nose wrinkled. “Why do you smell like men’s cologne?” he asked, his tone casual but observant. Her smile froze for half a second. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an answer that wouldn’t betray her. She cleared her throat. “It’s a new perfume,” she said quickly. “From H Scents Luxe. They want me to model for an advert.” John raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t plant a spy in your company, and step away from me.” “You can flirt with me but I can’t? Hmm, Marissa, you like this game,” he said, leaning closer to my ear. I felt his breath on my neck. I swallowed when I smelled his musky cologne. He smells like cedarwood, mint, tobacco, whiskey and a hint of sharp bergamot. I pushed him away, my expression cold and unreadable. “The property I bought is to make you submit to the agreement, which I know you would…”

We were almost on a par with our shoulders, a few centimeters separated us, making me recognize her colony; a very expensive one: Clive Christian #1 , which cost about two thousand three hundred and fifty dollars. Yep , that man certainly didn't mind spending money on expensive cologne. He was the third guy she'd met who carried that scent, yet unlike the others, it wasn't cloying on him. That woody touch was exquisite and very intoxicating. He could even tell that the smell of cigarettes made up a masculine mix that he had never felt. He looked at me for a few more seconds, until he promised, "It's the last one." Bradley took a long drag on his cigar.

Come to think of it, I haven’t even seen the perfume or cologne yet. “Have the company put out any products?” I ask and Jimmy stifles his laugh. “We are all wearing the cologne. It is our signature scent, including Davina’s.” Jimmy says as if it’s obvious. I thought Davina used Gucci perfume, the scent is almost identical, but it’s just better. “Oh, okay.” I say as I tap my feet to help me endure the hunger pangs that I’m getting. In a few minutes, the food arrives, and I am so thankful that I let Iris and Jimmy ordered. The food is excellent, and I left absolutely nothing on my plate.

“They’re quite stunning, don’t you think?” I nodded, unable to speak. Then he withdrew his hand. “Well, thank you,” I started to say. But I was cut off by a large gust of wind. It blew across us, rusting leaves and garbage at our feet. That’s when I smelled it. His cologne. I inhaled it deeply. “Your cologne,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. “Is that… Sicilian orange blossom with a hint of white moss?” As soon as I said it, my cheeks burned red with humiliation. I felt like an idiot. I mean, who comments on someone’s cologne like that?

I faked a smile. He smiled slightly, making him more appealing as he strode slowly towards me. When he stopped and was a few feet away from me, I smelled his manly scent, which was so good. Obviously, he wears an expensive cologne. It's either Dior Sauvage, Versace Eros, or Creed. I remember looking into their prices five months ago as I wanted to buy one for my stupid ex! Luckily, it didn't happen. "Here, Beauty revised this again." He handed me a new batch, and it was the two-week report I made prior to that.

"Sir?" "A drink," he repeats, gesturing vaguely toward the crystal decanter on the side table. "My glass is empty." I stare at him. You called me all the way from the kitchen to pour a liquid into a glass? Do your arms not work? But I don't say it. I am playing the long game. I walk over to the side table. My hands pause over the heavy crystal bottle. I can smell him from here. Fresh soap, like he just stepped out of a shower, mixed with that unique, spicy cologne that haunts my dreams. He smells like safety. He smells like danger.

smoke, forest pine, and something else I couldn’t place. We stood like that for a beat, maybe more. I could feel his heartbeat through his shirt, steady and strong. And for the first time in a long time, I felt... grounded. When I finally pulled back, I looked up at him, eyes narrowing. “Okay, wait, what the hell is that cologne?” I asked, scrunching my nose. “Because you smell like the... I don’t even know. What is it?” His lips curled upward into a grin. “Ah, yes. That would be the blood of my enemies mixed with victory. Limited edition. First of its kind. You won’t find it in any store, sorry.”

Girls, get her! At her command, her lackeys rushed at me like animals. They tore at my clothes, snatched my Hermès bag, and destroyed it with scissors, all the while mocking me for carrying such a convincing counterfeit. Guests who had begun to arrive in the villa started pulling out their phones to capture the fight. Haley worried that her actions would damage her image as Mrs. Baumer. So, she ordered her lackeys to drag me into the restroom. Ignoring my screams, they shoved my head into the toilet bowl.