All Chapters of Top Note: The Billionaire's Perfumer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eriantha"...antha""Eriantha...""Eri..."I heard my name loud enough this time, not that I wasn't hearing it in bits and pieces, but, I am usually a heavy sleeper, so they felt like far off sounds rather than my name.I jolted up on my bed, in front of me was my brother who was now shaking me as if I were a rattle.His usual somberness is gone, my handsome older brother right now appears as someone who had lost his senses or his rational thoughts. He looked pale and scared, his usually neatly brushed hair was touseled.I had noticed that he had been drinking every night after his usual "discussions" with father after our painstakingly silent dinners. I am sure they never quite ended in discussions, for my father of all people was someone not civic enough to discuss stuff across a table, without raising his voice or his hand, or blaming his family for all his 'misfortunes', which were in real the blunders he had committed.I am also confident that the source of my brother's recently

Eriantha"Hey workaholic!"I looked up from my desk and the aroma of my favorite brew of Americano welcomed me from the paper cup which was just now placed on my table. I smiled immediately, for there was no other way it could be someone else other than Viv. My best friend, Vivian Amber. We had been friends for the past four years only, but I don't know what my life was before Viv. From the day we met each other we had always been together. Together as in really together, through thick and thin. I looked at my gorgeous bestie. She was five feet eight inches, quite a contrast to my pitiful five'two". Her brown hair was long, naturally straight which hit her waistline, and she always had it sleeked at the back. A slim, oval shaped face, hazel eyes sat perfectly on both the sides of her small yet sharp nose, and her lips were slightly pouted and they had a strange upward curve, which made a smiling appearance. She claimed that this was a fake expression which her sick from the gut, but

Eriantha"Anders, do you even know that you are scaring us?" Vivan was the first one to speak, as I was hardly breathing, it has been like this ever since we have learnt about the loan sharks. Whenever Anders goes out I am worried that they might do something to him, or whenever he says things like this, or when looks riled up I feel as if we are in danger.We have deliberately kept the loan shark issue a secret from Vivian, that's because we both know if she learns about it, she will try to help us, using her family's money or her connections.Its already a problem for her that she has been coming here everyday hiding from her family. We don't wish to pile up on her problems. There was no point in tarnishing her with this dirt."That's because it's a bit of a situation here" Anders quipped while grinding his teeth, he was trying to subdue his pent up frustration. My brother doesn't like my best friend and I am the reason behind it."Are you going to sit like an snow man? Didn't I tell

Eriantha"I... I... Don't understand what you are talking about Mr.Karwitz."I spoke after clearing my throat, I couldn't believe my voice sounded this coy. My nervousness was palpable, and my breathing was hitched.He was leaning too close... Hot and cold, I have never experienced those two sensations together. But that's exactly how I was feeling at this moment.How does he know? Why does he know? Those two questions were making me lose my mind. There was no way anybody else other than Viv and Anders, would ever know my little secret. It's impossible for him to remember me from that competition, I even used a pseudonym. Sorbiquet is a small online business that operates through social media, it's only popular among students. A third party b grade company manages it. He shouldn't even know about its existence.When I had seen emails I considered ignoring them as spam. Yet, here is Mr. Darcel Karwitz himself offering me a position at Karwitz Perfume's creative team. I already had

DarcelEriantha Reux was the biggest anomaly I have ever come across, and I can swear I hated anomalies until I found her.I had half expected her to decline my offer by tomorrow and the other half of my irrational hope said that it would need some more manipulation, some more sacrifices of my immaculate schedule to get her on board.Yet, she was sitting right here in my living room, wearing an impeccably formal attire for a Friday evening, along with a pair of neck breaking red heels which definitely encouraged some extra attention. Her legs were slim and my fingers itched to trace them, and my lips craved to feel her flesh along her ankle to her lean and tender calf and beyond that.'Since when did you develop a foot fetish Dar?'I am getting an appointment with my therapist the first thing on Monday.I tore off my gaze from her legs to her face, she was trying hard to suppress her nervousness, and I could see she had put on a lot of effort concealing her bare face behind a layer o