Imposter Cologne Novels & Stories

I asked Liam who looked at Jadon who seemed remorseful “Let me show you,” he said to me as he grabbed my hand, I took my clutch before flowing Liam. We head through the crowds and then to the bathroom. After getting in the room I looked at myself in the mirror, that lady had just ruined my evening. “Hi. Can you help me by wiping my back?” I asked one of the ladies I had just handed the tissue to. She gently wiped my back as is sighed heavily. My perfume was gone and now I was smelling like alcohol.

Pompous had pushed me off a jet during our trip to New York and then rescued me midway like double agents do in movies. He was so sexy at it. My cheeks blushed. Oh heaven, he probably had no idea I was here and a part of me felt guilty. He would probably be worried since he cares except now that he is playing 'I Want to be hated' Jesus Christ! Was that his cologne I perceive? I felt its entrance into my nostril when I got off the bed just now. Well, he is not the only person who wears that brand of cologne and moreover, my head could possibly make things up because I longed for him.

Hendrix replied, lowering his gaze. "Alright, you may go," she said, dismissing him. Hendrix walked a distance and was stopped by Mia again. Alex squinted in confusion at what Mia was doing. "What cologne did you use, Hendrix? I've never seen you wear this type of cologne," Mia asked, scooping down to the ground, trailing her hands on the specks of dust on the path Hendrix walked. "Uh, yes, it's a new cologne, my lady. It was gifted to me by one of the ladies in the pack," Hendrix replied tentatively.

To take care of my scent which heightened after mating, Theo brought for me s scent concealing powder from a witch. To make sure I don't arouse suspicion,I changed Tessa's cologne and applied a different one. " I wanted to try a new brand of Cologne so I bought it. Do you like it?" I ask batting my eyelids to appear coquettish. Just the idea of acting cute In Front of another man makes me disgusted but without any option,I can only endure it. " I like it." The man said with a grin, " I wonder if you have changed your closet too." He added.

He complimented and got closer. Suddenly, I felt uneasy. His perfume went directly into my nose, and before I knew it, I was getting attracted to him. It almost felt like a mate bond, but something was off. “The cologne you’re wearing—nice cologne.” I stared dreamily at him, and he giggled. “Thank you, pretty.” However, I was still trying to get myself together when he trickily added a substance to my drink. “Come on, drink up.” He urged me, and I nodded my head.

Cologne which did not belong to her. She took in a deep breath and prayed to God that her father wouldn’t notice the odd scent. Something entirely off from her usual olfactory taste. “Smells good in here, what’s the air freshener’s name?” Damian turned to Kiara, his hands on his hips. “Oh, that!” She laughed, waving her hand in the air, trying to get some fresh air to breathe in, “It’s Rio de Janeiro number 72 by Victoria’s Truth.” Damian wrinkled his nose, “I’ve never heard of it.”

And how foolish I’d been back then, trembling with clenched fists, struggling not to retaliate. Until the day I did. And god, it had felt right. Those days were long buried, but the sting remained, fueling the man I had become. I laughed under my breath, amused at how wrong they’d all been. I rolled my shoulders back and smiled. That smile turned into a smirk. I was destined for the crown. No one could stop it now. I reached for my signature cologne, rich, earthy, with sharp citrus notes that spoke of confidence and dominance. I applied it with intention, letting the scent settle around me. One deep inhale, and I steadied myself.

“Just wanted to clean it up before tomorrow.” He steps closer. Not close enough to touch me, but close enough that I can smell the faint, intoxicating notes of his cologne—citrusy bergamot laced with something darker and spiced. It’s refined. Powerful. Like him. “Clean it up,” he repeats, glancing at the chaos of notes, headlines, and mockups scattered across my desk. “Or outwork everyone around you?” My throat dries instantly. “Both?” I manage to whisper, though the word barely scrapes past my lips.

That goes down through your body, and even made you get goose pimples. “Whoever you are, I must say this is a huge misunderstanding. My intentions are purely good. I mean no harm to anyone.” I spat out viciously. The figure draws nearer. I couldn’t help but inhale the cologne. Smelt like a million daisies, lilies, roses, and whatever pleasant smell one could think of. Okay, who the hell inhales cologne in times of danger? “How is it that you’re here?” The words are seethed though a sinfully husky voice. I purred out unintentionally. This earned a growl from him.

People said that the highest form of retaliation against someone was to ignore them. I knew that ignoring my mentor's son was indeed a little arrogant, and I was worried that it might cause unnecessary trouble. But that brat didn't care at all. After chatting with Colin for a while, he came to my right and put his arm around my shoulder to speak to me. He was so close that I could even smell the rosy scent of his cologne. To be honest, I had very little knowledge about men's cologne. But weren't men's cologne usually musky? Why did Xavier choose to use rose cologne?