Memoir Man By Amouage Novels & Stories

That’s the closest he’ll ever get to having something with me. I turned on the water to the shower and let it get nice and hot before getting in. The shampoos and soaps seemed luxurious, and the smells were to die for. I sighed as I scrubbed my hair with a citrusy smelling shampoo and following it with conditioner. There was an unopened bar of hand made soap that smelled like delicious vanilla, and I scrubbed my body down with it. After I rinsed off, I turned the water off and dried off in the shower. I looked down and saw a new tattoo. It said, “Luca and Natasha forever.”

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

Amelie’s POV Lorenzo leaned closer to me. Way too close for me to be comfortable with. His cologne hit me first—sharp, spiced, expensive. The kind of scent that lingered long after the man was gone. The Arabian scent screaming money. His fingers brushed my thigh, light but intentional, and I had to fight the instinct to recoil. I didn’t want him to think anything that would give anything away. His eyes locked on mine, calculating. “Tell me something, Amelie,” he murmured, voice smooth like silk over steel.

Finally, it was Monday, the day of the interview to enrol in my new school possibly. I inspected the way I looked in the mirror, I looked at my pin-straight dark brown hair, my grey eyes that changed colour depending on my mood, my full lips I had put chapstick on, my long eyelashes accentuated with mascara, my perfectly epilated eyebrows, my skin was pale, sickly pale as if I was sick, although I had been ill for years I did decide to hide my dark circles with some concealer so it wasn't visible.

Caleb reached Daisy next, greeting her with a gentle embrace and a light kiss on each cheek before turning to Arman. "You look good," Arman said with sincerity. "Thank you," Caleb answered with a shy flush. "Oh my God," Arman laughed. "You do not have to blush." He opened his arms and Caleb stepped into them, returning the playful hug. Arman inhaled faintly as they withdrew. "That scent is incredible. What is it?" Caleb stepped back with a small smile. "Imperial Majesty Parfum by Clive Christian."

Amielle said it with sparkles in her eyes. "It still depends on the person using Mielly," I said in opposition. She then explained to me everything she knew about the brand and their perfumes. I can see she really loves it. She even let me smell one of their perfumes. She said she got her small bottle of Antoine Laurent perfume during a branch launch. She even confessed that she begged her friend, who was one of the organizers, to give her an invitation. She's really obsessed with it.

My eyes scanned the bottle filled with peach liquid, perfectly designed with a black lid and an intricately crafted black tag that read the inscription, 'Jasmin Bonheur', a scented product of Guerlain. "It reminds me of your sensual scent. I just wanted to replicate it." He spoke up and a grin slowly formed on my face. "I love it." I professed, reaching for the last and smallest box. Something about this particular box made me overly nervous. I didn't know why. I could tell it was really special to him judging by the look on his face. It heightened my impatience to see what was in it.

I tried to ignore the overwhelming sense of attraction that swept over me, but it was difficult. When she turned around, it wasn’t the same woman I had humiliated just a few months ago. She was different—fresher, more vibrant, more beautiful than I ever thought possible. Her skin was flawless, glowing like it had never seen a blemish. Her floral dress clung to her body perfectly, accentuating her curves. And the scent—my God, the scent—was intoxicating. She wore Delina Exclusif by Parfums de Marly, a fragrance it was the essence of luxury, and it filled the room.

“Be ready. We leave at 9.” It was only 7:30 AM. I had time. I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the water, reaching for the expensive bath products Beatrice had insisted on. I chose the Jo Malone Peony & Blush Suede wash, the scent of blooming jasmine and carnations filling the steam-heavy air. It felt heavenly against my skin, a soft luxury before the storm of the day. After drying off, I massaged a shimmering Tom Ford Soleil Blanc body oil into my limbs, the subtle scent of coconut and amber lingering as I stepped out and wrapped myself in a plush white robe.

“I remember… oranges… and a library. I remember songs and laughing and storytelling. But I don’t remember anything else.” He has a smile as he wipes away my tears. “Good, Aria. All of that’s right. All of those things are your own memories that you’ve just unlocked. Scent can be a powerful thing for us, an emotional tool. I’m so glad that Mim’s lotion helped you remember.” “Mim?” I ask him. “Was that her name?” You’d think a person would remember a name like that. Sebastian nods. “Mimosa. But everyone called her Mim.”