Is My Cousin'S Bf Flirting With Me?

Alex doesn’t know why most of her friends' boyfriends are ending up like her. That’s why her friends brand her as “friend’s boyfriend stealer.” That’s why she starts to lose her friends, which she finds unfair because she’s not doing anything to those guys. She neither flirts nor shows interest in them. She tries to comfort herself, thinking that maybe those people are not her friends, that why she lose them quickly. Then one day, Bryan, her best friend’s ex-boyfriend, confesses to her. She rejected the guy and started to avoid him because she doesn’t want to ruin her friendship with Liz. But Bryan is so persistent, and she honestly likes the guy too. Is she willing to sacrifice her friendship with Liz just for a guy?

“I need this job, Ralph, and I’m willing to do anything to get the job, I mean anything you want.” I told him, walking over to his side and sitting on his table, spreading my legs to give him a good view of my thong. “What makes you think I would fall for this cheap act of yours, what makes you even think I’m interested in your body?” he asks me, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “I know you like me, Ralph, you can’t take your eyes off my body, I see you drooling when I walk by and I know you want more of me. Besides, how can you not want more when you’ve had a taste of me already. You popped my cherry, remember?” I asked him, putting my legs on his armchair, fixing my eyes on his. “Fine, you win, you got the job, goddamit! Just get out of my office before I do something stupid.” He yelled at me, pulling his hand through his hair in frustration. I smiled excitedly as I jumped down from the table, heading for the exit. “And Victoria, ”he called out to me as I opened his office door. I turned with a raised brow praying in my heart that he doesn’t change his mind. “Be very careful around me, I can be very dangerous when provoked. This emotional blackmail won’t work on me all the time. The next time you try to seduce me again, I won’t hold back, I would screw you right here on the bare table,” he warned me sternly. I know that was meant to sound like a threat, yet I moaned at the thought of him bending me over on his table and screwing my brains out.

Ashanti martin is a twenty seven year old african american. She is independent, single and fiercely competitive at her job as an assistant at one of the most prestigious clothing firms in new York. She dreams of working her way out into the world of fashion and start her own fashion trend some day in the near future. The only problem to her perfectly laid out plan is the CEO of the company who tends to go crazy at times and then fire a bunch of people whenever he feels like it. It goes without saying that ashanti doesn't like the guy one bit, but he is the CEO and it's not like she could ever have any guts to talk back at him for his arrogant and obnoxious behavior. Find out what happens when said arrogant CEO crosses paths with the outspoken ashanti.

Since the first time met Wolfgang, Emily had fallen in love with him. He treated her well and was handsome and gentle, making her infatuated with him. However, he was both intimate and distant, sometimes being very friendly towards her but other times being cold and distant. But Emily wouldn’t give up, she loved him and was determined to flirt with him until she won him over. Then one day, on a full moon... she saw him transform into a... werewolf! Her destined love, Wolfgang, was a werewolf! What was Emily to do?

Everything was supposed to be fine. I was dancing between success and happiness. My path was straight, with no major things to take away. All my things was going well, almost perfection, I swear, until I became the obsession of a boy named Maël, and my world became so crooked...

I was treating some friends to dinner at the private club my cousin owned. When we wrapped up, I waved over a server. "Just put it on Nick's tab." The server nodded, but a manager I'd never seen stepped in to block her. Wearing a smile that never reached her eyes, she said, "Sir, Bosco is a members-only establishment. We don't offer tabs." I felt a flicker of irritation. "I'm the owner's cousin. Just let him know." She let out a sharp, mocking laugh and slapped a bill onto the table. Eighty-eight thousand. Exclusive suite atmosphere maintenance fee, ten thousand. High‑end social network filtration fee, twenty thousand. Spontaneous entertainment ambience enhancement fee, fifteen thousand. And a mess of other miscellaneous charges. Since when did Nick's place dare to bleed customers dry like this? "What's wrong? Can't pay and now you're trying to name‑drop?" She looked me up and down with an arrogant tilt of her chin. "I've seen plenty of our boss's relatives. Not one of them is as broke, pretentious, and shameless as you." Right in front of her, I dialed Nick and put the call on speaker. "Ten minutes," I said. "Make sure she disappears from my sight. Otherwise, I'm revoking your authorization for this club."