Flirting Bets Novels & Stories

Mary asked. “As well as to be expected I guess, he asked if we still could be friends. I was fine with it, and we have always worked well together in our professions. But I he has started to openly be more and more friendly with me” Bettina said, frowning. “He’s flirting with you” Mary said in a disapproving voice. In her mind Kopa and Bettina belonged together, everyone could see that, and anyone that didn’t respect that was out of line in her book.

I didn't know either as it turned out but apparently, no one listened to any of my explanations and just went on to assume that I was probably his latest fling. I hated being associated with that word. I wasn't anyone's fling and I sure as hell didn't want to be Erik's fling if at all I ever decided to do flings at whichever point of my life. He wasn't my type of guy, he was way too rich for me and didn't really fit into my simple way of life, but as it turned out, I was still powerless to stop the wild gossip and complete jealousy that haunted my every move just from that one harmless evening.

Even though I lack knowledge regarding the past time of commoners, Eleanor was more than happy to tell me stories about them. She used to tell me about the constant bets that happened beyond the gates. Men and women made bets over anything. However, the most usual ones where spider battles. According to Eleanor, since money was scarce by the marketplace, the people bet other things like food and clothes. It was a weird thing to do, bet your food over a small insect. Eleanor told me that it was more for the enjoyment and not for the money. I’ve never had an experience where I made a bet on something, or joined a game that required luck, but I would assume that winning a spider betting battle

“Who the f*ck are you looking down on while acting rich with Jade’s stupid card? Who the f*ck do you think you are? “I’ll give you something better. Since you want to play, let’s make it big. We’ll do it at the real estate agency. “We’ll swipe the card with every increase of offer, lest somebody backs out of the bluff! Whoever loses will take off their pants and shake their *ss on the street and shout ‘I’m a mutt of a driver’ three times.” This brazen wager would have rendered most speechless. It seemed almost absurd that such a thing had been suggested by a beautiful woman. Nonetheless, Neve was clear. She was not expecting to lose at all. Why else would the penalty be “a mutt of a driver?”

“No because it won’t be fair for me. You are my girlfriend; it would be pity of me to crush you.” “Oh really, then do you want to make it interesting?” I asked. “Are you suggesting we bet on the game?”He lowers his voice. “Yes, but let’s make it something personal.” I suggested. “Ok” he said “If I win, you are going to go to Lucy Chaw and finally stand your ground.” “Excuse me” I said “Are you really going to go there? Fine, if I win, until the end of the month, you will call your father ‘dad’ no matter where you are.”

Gaius figured that Charlotte might know how to play golf, but women usually didn’t have much power in their swing. Whether she could actually land the ball on the green was still questionable. Even if she did, it would probably take eight or nine strokes. Losing a bit of money for a smile from a pretty face? Totally worth it. Charlotte smiled politely. “Dinner’s fine. But betting cash isn’t all that exciting. How about we bet on something else?” Gaius raised an eyebrow, amused. “And what would you like to bet on, Miss Riley?”

“People make bets on all the fights, on who they think will win or lose. If you look at the fights, see the people carrying the books. They’re staff. The only bets you can make are through those staff. The earnings from those who lose their money are divided between the house, the fighter, and back to the people who bet correctly. The more losers, the better the profits for everyone.” “Have you got a bet on?” Jasper wondered. “Not tonight,” Reid replied honestly. “Tonight, I’m playing another game.” Marcella met his eyes as she tossed back her hair, and sashayed away, taking the stairs down off the mezzanine level. He watched as she wove her way through the crowd, zeroing in on a sweet-faced

He gestured with his hands again and I cocked my brows at him, what was his problem and talking about sex today "So you're saying if I touch you now and I tell you I want us to have sex, you're gonna refuse me"? I asked and ye frowns before he nods his head, my brows raise in amusement "Is that so"? I ask and he shrugs again Almost as if he was challenging me "why don't we make a bet then"? I suggest and he furrows his brows before nodding "Okay, a bet, what's it going to be about"? He asked and I smirk, already knowing what I'd ask for

The werewolves didn’t respond to the taunts, their eyes fixed on the steak, hunger overriding any pride or anger they might have felt. The announcer leaned into the humor, calling out the names as if they were participants in some grand event. “Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets! Will Twiggy’s agility win the day? Or will Scarface’s experience give him the edge? Perhaps Limp will surprise us all!”

he added. "Son of a bitch!" Thomas was angry. "You said a bet is a bet." Jo couldn't refrain from laughing. "Are you in or not?" she said sarcastically. Everybody at the table was staring at him in anticipation. "I’m in." Thomas sighed in defeat. He couldn’t believe that his friends had managed to drag him into this.