Noah Grossman Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Paula says. "Noah is fine, we're good I think. He's hanging out with Sam today though." I say explaining. "I thought she left?" Paula asks. "No she just went to visit some family friends in San Diego but she's back." I say sighing. "So she his is ex?" Jasmine asks. "Yeah and she's still in love with him." Paula says. "We don't know that." I say rolling my eyes at Paula. "Sofi we know that, she was shamelessly flirting with him right in front of you." Paula adds explaining.

And as if watching her get drunk wasn't enough drama, Adams girlfriend approached our couch and surprisingly started a conversation. "Oh! Hey, nova, how are you?". She said and warmly gave me a smile.. I smiled back and softly held Nova's hand, as a sign of support, not everyone gets to deal with their ex boyfriends drama... " Hey, I'm good.... How about you?". Nova teethed and tightly held my hand.. Her grip was so massively strong but I held on and watched her talk with Adams girlfriend.. "Hi , I'm Isabel, Adams girlfriend". She and I finally got the chance to introduce each other .

God knew that I tried to escape from his hand, but he just locked my waist. “You guys... Hey! Let go of her! Noah!” Fletcher attempted to get me out from Noah’s arm. but sure enough, he failed totally. Noah was much stronger than him. “Joan is my Girlfriend!” Fletcher yelled out. As for me, I just rolled my two beautiful eyes and answered back. However, Noah took the first move. “Serious?” Noah looked at Karen and said to Fletcher, “I thought this girl is your girlfriend. What? She can’t match you?”

Emma asked, grinning at my girlfriend. It seemed like they knew each other from high-school. They shared a few small talks before asking us, me and Cillian, what we were doing and how I knew Chelsea. “I’m dating her,” I said, pulling her closer by wrapping my arm around her waist. “Chelsea, meet Cillian, my childhood friend, and Emma. Asshole, meet my sweet girlfriend, Chelsea.” Cillian flipped me off, making my grin wider. Thankfully, Noah was busy scanning the books on my shelves. We talked a few more minutes before Noah said he was getting hungry and wanted to eat a burger.

he exclaimed. I groaned. He can never take anything seriously. "No, dickhead. It's not you. It's someone much worse." "Who can be worse than me?" Nolan shrugged. "My girlfriend's brother," I sighed as I announced it.

Before I could answer, my CFO, Darren, burst into the conference hall holding his phone like it was a bomb. “Noah you need to see this.” He handed it to me. And my stomach dropped. There we were. Me and Amelia on the beach house balcony. Her in my shirt, barefoot, laughing. Me standing behind her with my hands around her waist. Caught in perfect lighting. Trending on one of the biggest gossip blogs in the country: “MYSTERY WOMAN SPOTTED WITH BILLIONAIRE HEIR NOAH FROST — BEACH GETAWAY OR SECRET ROMANCE?”

The flowers, the apology, the effort to make things right… They all seemed genuine, but then my mind returned to the nagging question that refused to let her rest— why can't he call off the partnership with her, if he's truly sorry? My phone buzzed, and for a moment, I thought nothing of it. But when the notification flashed on the screen, my stomach twisted. Entertainment News: CEO Caught on Late-Night Outing with Model. Without even thinking, my finger hovered over the headline. A click. And then—there it was. A photo of Noah and Natasha. The image was grainy, taken in the dim light of a bar, their faces were close, heads bent toward one another. They looked… intimate, as if they were abou

Max*** Actress Sara and her billionaire boyfriend, Samuel Johnson, made their grand entrance at his parents' anniversary celebration, radiating sophistication and elegance. The event buzzed with excitement as the couple, now in their fifth year together, dazzled everyone with their undeniable chemistry. They were the epitome of modern romance, their connection seemingly unbreakable, a testament to years of shared experiences, laughter, and deep love.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

she says, shooting Henri a dramatic look. “Well, you know… you can't expect much from Henri,” Noah jokes, looking at his brother, who merely rolls his eyes and huffs without bothering to respond. As the conversation unfolds, Elisa watches Mariana with open disdain. It doesn't take much for her to know she dislikes her—not only because of the overly familiar way she acts around Noah, but also because of how her presence seems to weigh heavily on Eloá, who keeps her gaze lowered and her expression distant. “Let me introduce you to someone,” Noah says, breaking the awkwardness. “This is Elisa, my girlfriend.”