Novel & Cerita Flirting Bets

Elaine had a huge smile on her face as Maria and Carla threw $10 bills at her. I shook my head, “really you fucking bet on the guy?” Carla laughed, “what else we got to do, we’ve been placing bets on your conquests for years now.” She looked at Eliane, “this one’s sending her kids through college with the winnings.” My eyes widened at her as I raised my hand trying to get a server to the table, “Okay, so tell me what were the bets, I’ll see who was coming in a hot 2nd.” I chuckled as I gave my order for a drink and a round on shots, if I can’t get laid, I’ll get laid out.

Lila grinned wickedly from her seat, clearly enjoying the chaos. Dorla raised an eyebrow, still laughing lightly. “No amount of sex between two ladies can make me get turned on,” she declared confidently. “I’m strictly dickly. Sorry, girls.” I narrowed my eyes at her, a challenging smile spreading across my face. “Is that a bet?” I asked. Dorla shrugged, crossing her arms. “It’s a fact.” Lila stood up slowly, walking over to me with a seductive sway in her hips. She took the strap on from my hand and looked at Dorla with a playful, dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Weddings are a lot of work. That includes setting the date, picking the rings, dress fittings, and arranging the guest list. We're going to be busy." "Our tenth anniversary is two days from now. Let's have the wedding then. I'll have everything else arranged, while all you have to do is wait to be my bride," he said and brushed a kiss against my ear. The air between us turned thick and heavy with intimacy. Antonio gently lifted me onto the desk and tilted his head up to kiss me again and again. "It's been ten years, Daniela Valenti. Will you resent me for taking so long to give you a title?"

I throw a question at him and he smirks, clearing the table as he places the card between us. “We play the first round for free, as a casual formality. From the second round I want you to bet 50 million. The rules are simple: If any of us pulls a straight flush, royal flush or has the card with the highest or biggest number. One of us wins. Simple, right?” “50 million?” I raised an eyebrow at him, tasting the small amount of money on the tip of my tongue. I’m almost laughing at myself at the ridiculousness of this guy and how someone like him should even have a connection with my mate.

“Which means one of you having sex with me?" “Oh definitely. Sex with you is the only way I’ll play,” Jax said. “I second that,” He added. “I don’t know,” she said. “This seems like a loser’s wager. Especially since I think you both suck.” “Hey, it puts the odds against us.” Anticipation surged through his blood stream. Suddenly, Rhett was right there at a card table pushing a large pile of money to the center, ready to bet it all. “This is certainly my kind of game. Come on. Worst case scenario is you have two men spoiling you with lavish dates for several days. That can’t be a bad thing. Can it?"

I kissed my teeth in annoyance and squinted my eyes at him. “Fuck off. You haven’t won yet.” I sulked as I tried to figure out how not to lose fifty thousand. “Well, since we didn’t clarify the rules…” I dragged out and looked at Damiano with a grin. “Hey handsome, wanna earn some money?” “No, you can’t do that. The bet is you do the challenge.” Luca protested. “Your words against mine. Unless you have proof?” I smirked. That’s right, I can play dirty too.

I asked. "Well, the girls challenged your girl to come out from her shell, or else they will call you a liar, and they will unfollow you. As for the boys, they are now betting secretly if your girl will show up or not, and the pot prize is unbelievable, and it is not a simple bet. It doesn't include money." He said. "What? That is ridiculous. I don't care if they will unfollow me, but to call me a liar is a bad thing. And why are the boys betting? And what kind of bet are you talking about if it does not include money?"

"I understand that this short battle might not delight everyone present in the premises withal I will wholeheartedly escalate the crowd's engrossment to the best of my abilities. Therefore I have decided to allow the placement of bets on the participants of this battle." ~murmurs ~murmurs The entire crown bursted into muffled chatters. Several people in the crowd slouched their shoulders and went back to conversation with their own groups. An enigmatic yet humble smile appeared on Dollar twenty's marooned lips. She already knew that there would be several people who would show their disinterest in the fight between low-caliber combatants. It was obvious that they were waiting for this main e

"Don't cover it up, man. You're starving for her attention, which isn't like you at all. Don't tell me you're actually falling for her." I swallowed my pride, eager to derail the conversation before they kept digging into my feelings. "Fine. I'm in for the bet." "Simple rules," Liam laid it out, his eyes flashing with excitement. "Whoever she chooses to go out with first over the next month wins. I'm putting a hundred thousand dollars on the line." He paused to let the number settle. "Winner takes the cash, and the loser completely cuts contact with her. No talking, no texting. Total ban."

Electa challenged trying hard not to slap him silly. “It’s called ‘speculating’.” “Is it now? Are you for real?” she asked in a frustrated tone and covered her face. “Yes,” he had the nerve to reply. “That’s just gambling by another name, Flynn!” Electa instantly fired back. “For God’s sake! Stop trying to pretty it up.” “I wasn’t!” Flynn denied. “Everyone else at uni is doing it! You can make a fortune right now if you know how to play it right.”