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Time Will Tell: The CEO's First Love

🇬🇧Rukevwe25
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"Why can't we just be together? I don't care that I am married." ---- From the moment they lay eyes on each other they knew. He is a mysterious CEO, who appeared out of nowhere, engaged to be married to an old friend. And she is a beautiful fashion designer, but a CEO in her own right, who just wants to make sure she does the right thing, in their situation. Time will tell if these two end up together. ---- Issac- "Naomi I love you. Please." Naomi-"No Issac!" "You know..." "We are just friends. That is all we can be." Issac-"Why" [Parents Strongly Cautioned] All rights to this novel are to - Rukevwe25
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Chapter 1 - New Target

England, London

10:00 pm in the evening the streets of London are filled with life. The commuters cramming onto the last buses, the clubbers pre-drinking through the streets, while laughing and joking, and couples entering restaurants. The pubs were filled with men celebrating the football game, resulting in chanting and fights.

At the centre of all of this, four women walked into the most famous nightclub in London 'Light'. It got its popularity for attracting individuals with fame, influence and power.

Linked in arms Naomi Wells, Charlotte Wottkins, Alexa Harrison and Tyanna Wattsentered the club. Walking onto the dance floor, they attracted a mixture of gazes, filled with awe and jealousy. The group of 23-year-olds were well known in the country for their success and beauty.

Standing on the right was the 180cm tall Alexa Harrison. Her perfect model body and unique face helped her become one of the most successful British international models, known for her elegance and attitude.

Next to her was the much shorter 170cm Tyanna Watts. She is the beautiful heiress to Watts oil empire. She's well known popular presence on social media and her party-girl lifestyle.

On the left was Charlotte Wottkins matching the height of Alexa. However, she had a lot softer features giving her a more innocent look. She's well known for being the most popular travel journalist, making her one of the nation's sweethearts.

Last was Naomi.

Naomi's perfectly toned body was draped in a beautiful silk dress that accentuated her curves. Naomi immediately attracted attention. She was known to have the face of a goddess, with high cheekbones and red seductive lips.

She was thought to be the most successful out of all of them, owning her own company as well as being a world-renowned fashion designer.

Enticed by the scene of people drinking and dancing, Naomi and her friends joined the crowd. The girl's movements where the equivalent to the sirens call- No man could look away.

It was too enchanting.

"Do you feel better yet hun?" charlotte asked Naomi with a sympathetic face.

'I hate it when she makes that face.'

"Seriously charlotte, don't look at me like that. I told you before I didn't like him that much anyway, all we had was lust. Anyway, for the hundredth time, I broke up with him." Naomi said with an aggrieved face.

Jumping onto the two of them like always Tyanna tried to steal all the attention.

"Stop talking about that idiot, she already dumped his ass so let's get drunk. I think its time Nana finds a new target, we all need to get some." Tyanna shouted, catching the ears of all the spectating men

"Ha, just because you have hit a dry spell, DOES NOT MEAN WE HAVE!! and anyway Nana can just hook up with Elisha." Alexa sang the last words as the group walked towards the bar.

Alexa is one of Naomi's closest friends; they meet during high school through Charlotte. After meeting the two just clicked. They have very similar personalities, however, Alexa had no filter what so ever.

"You make it seem like I am using him," Naomi said with a beautiful smirk

"YOU ARE!!!" they all screamed in unison giving Naomi a hell of a side-eye.

"Wait, we choose to have this friend with benefits arrangement. THE BOTH OF US."

" I don't even feel like calling him this time ok. I fear it's becoming a habit, I don't want him or myself to get confused about our relationship as friends with feelings."Naomi mused.

The girls just looked at Naomi with scepticism while Tyanna ordered them a round of Vodka and cocktails. The girls walked upstairs to the VIP booths.

There were five booths in total, four where on the left and the fifth made up the entire right side of the second floor, for the use of the VIPP clubs membership cardholders. This card couldn't be bought like the VIP cards it could only be given.

As soon as the girls sat down they started their usual playful banter not forgetting to tease Tyanna, on her recent misfortunes. All Tyanna could do was sit in silence with a cute puffed out face.

All night Naomi could feel looks of multiple men. However, one stood out. It felt like it was burning through her, trying to penetrate her mind. She didn't dare look before but it was killing her now. She finally turned to find its source.

Their eyes locked together.

Naomi's gaze fixed onto his. His burning eyes dance over her, setting her skin on fire.

Suprise covered her face when she noticed them-his eyes splashed with shades of purple and black.

Naomi smiled.

It was the smile she made when she found something she wanted.

'I should talk to him.'

Naomi was mesmerised by his godlike features, perfectly matching his muscular sculpted body constricted by his tailored shirt.

Naomi stood up, tilting her head slightly and waved at him.

He just smiled.

She spun on her heel to face her friends.

"I found my next target!" Naomi laughed and gave her biggest dazzling smile, which still very much surprised her friends. She was goddamn beautiful.

"This is going to be fun, let's go."

The four of them descended the stairs to reach the VIPP booth. Stopped by the overly muscular bouncer, Naomi turned to look into those deep purple eyes.

The man waved his hand, calling over another. In a surprise to what the man with the purple eyes had said, the much thinner man ran toward the door.

The bouncer listened to order through his radio, and let the women pass.