Unforgivable Woman Perfume Novels & Stories

Then she sniffed the air, her nostrils flared up, then her eyes widened as they stabbed mine. “That perfume. Is that from you?” I sniffed the air myself, faking a confused frown. “Perfume? I don’t smell anything special. Just my new soap.” She took a step closer, her eyes boring into mine. “Don’t lie to me, Charlotte. That is an expensive female perfume from SayBosslady. Where did you get it?”

Felix could warn her in private, but he couldn’t openly tear things apart with her in public. She knew women were sensitive to details. So from beginning to end, she used only one perfume. It was custom-made for her, with a strong scent that lingered for hours. Felix’s clothes always carried a faint cedar scent, so she had chosen a perfume with cedar and ambergris in the base notes. All she had to do was brush a little onto him when she had the chance, and the scent would cling to him. Felix wouldn’t mind. Most days, he was too busy to even notice.

She was dressed in a gown of deep emerald silk that clung to her perfect figure, a clear sign of wealth and high status. “I… I was just delivering a message, my lady,” Flora stammered, dropping into a clumsy curtsy. The woman glided across the room, her movements fluid and graceful. She stopped in front of Flora, so close that Flora could smell the expensive, floral perfume that clung to her. It was a scent that should have been lovely, but to Flora’s omega senses, it was sharp and aggressive, a challenge. “I am Lady Seraphina,” the woman said, her smile not reaching her eyes. “And you are…?”

She doesn’t know why but after this point he looked so friendly in her eyes. “You don’t like it?” he asked. “No, I like it. I know someone who uses the same kind of perfume so I wondered what’s so special about this one,” “Clive Christian. Actually, it’s the costliest perfume in the world. It's a limited edition. I think that person might be a classy man like me,” he said. “Maybe,” she smiled and turned to look at the city. “You seemed to be a different person here. Why don’t you mingle with these people?” she asked.

She seemed intriguing the more I knew about her. “Delicate Dew, Khalid. It’s like you are living under a rock.” She shook her head, naming the famous brand I have heard before. As Azmia was famous for its own exotic fragrance oils, lotions and perfumes, we had to know about the competition. “Her last name is Dunne. She’s Valeria Dunne. I wished she had stayed longer. I wanted to talk—” I droned out of her talk, repeating her name. Valeria Dunne. That’s her name. The woman in red was a CEO of a perfume company.

She gives a full A+ for preparation. However, she pities whoever that will be future madam Wang. She can't even use her perfume ckckck. What torture.

This, without a doubt, will be my favorite part of our entire trip. "You spoiled son of a bitch" - he shouts, getting up, taking me by surprise - "You want me to be your luxury whore". He picks up his bag and walks out toward the door. I act quickly and get up from my seat, walking over to her and grabbing her arms, causing her to slam against me. "Forgive me, I expressed myself badly."--- I wrap my arms around her hips and squeeze her tighter. Her perfume is not that extremely sweet, it is strong with a hint of sweetness. Unique like its owner. A full one that intoxicates the person.

"F*ck! Where is that coming from?" "You had a woman's perfume on you. Tell me. Who is she?"

she murmured sheepishly. “Forgive me, but I couldn’t help but notice your perfume.” Westin stared at her with a charming smile, “It is quite unique. I haven’t found anybody else to wear it besides you.” Priya’s eyes gleamed joyfully, “You haven’t because I designed my own perfume. It is the one and only kind in the whole world.” “Impressive.” The smile on Westin’s lips widened as he asked, “So you are the only person in this world who smells like this?”