Flirting With An Ex Novels & Stories

I held her eyes as I said it, making sure she caught the heavier meaning behind the little quip. She swallowed and broke eye contact first. "Do you do this to every woman you meet?" "Do what?" I asked. "This- This needless flirting! Like a-a rouge!" she exclaimed. I burst into laughter. "Really? A rouge? Who even uses that word anymore?" "It's what you're acting like," she argued. "Flirting shamelessly with a married woman!" I ignored the last part of her sentence. "To answer your question, I don't do this every woman. Just you. I only flirt shamelessly with you," I said.

"Maybe, I do. How about you?" I'm literally exasperated, not only because I had turned out to be tangled with their fucked up relationship but also rather because he seems to be flirting with me willingly while he's in a freaking relationship. I liked him as a person when I encountered him several times but seeing his doings recently, I don't think I'd still like to befriend him. "What?"

I'd love to try your patience out. Is he flirting with me? Not many people have flirted with me, and I haven't returned the favor, which is why I can't spot it out in the wild. C: Delaying gratification can make the ending that much sweeter, hotter, and offer so much more satisfaction. He's definitely flirting with me, and I squirm in my seat. R: Maybe with you, I'll give it a shot. C: It would be my pleasure, Ruby. To try your patience out, see how you handle it.

She said mockingly. To be honest, I am surprised that I did that. Even with my ex wives, I have never acted like I did tonight with them. I am not one to banter words with a lady but Flavia just knows how to rile me up. I was so irritated when I saw her talking, flirting and laughing at something he said a while ago. "I don’t pay you to flirt and frolic with other guys." I clarified.

The seat beside me is empty so the devil stands from his chair and comes to sit beside me. "Heeeeey!" he greets enthusiastically. "Hey," I mumble. "Do you have plans tonight?" I force a smile. "I'm working." "After class?" "Studying." "After studying?" I lean in to whisper. "None of your business." Dax chuckles and I feel like stabbing his eye with my pen. "I read an article last night that said, if your ex still acts grumpy towards you, it means they want you back." I clasp my chin.

“But you’re sitting with me.” “That’s the sad part.” “You like it,” I say, nudging him again. He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he turns his head, his face just barely inches from mine. “Why do you always flirt with me?” I tilt my head, considering. “Because you’re pretty. And easy to rattle. And... because it’s the only way I know how to talk about the fact that you make this hell feel less like a graveyard.” He stares at me. I stare back.

My fingers were already typing again. If I could predict her moves, I could control them. I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers. “Make her fall for you again.” I whispered to myself. I could already see the path. The rekindled flirtation, a few accidental encounters. A gala here, a dinner there. Familiarity could be a drug, and I would dose her slowly. She would lower her guard. I would smile and weave my way in. She’d believe it. And when she was at her highest…

I asked curiously. "I’m chatting with my engineer," Sheila said without looking at me, clearly focused on her conversation. "You’re flirting again, and when you get tired, you ghost them? Try to deny it; I know you, Sheila, don’t lie to me." I looked at her with furrowed brows. "I’m just playing with them, and you’re just jealous. You should try flirting too, even just once. It’s a waste of your beauty if you’re not using it. If I were you, I’d have flirts left and right."

She looked so shocked, almost as if it were something completely unbelievable, something so special that she had to keep staring at my face just to believe it was happening. “Um, what do you mean?” she asked, trying to hide the excitement in her voice. “You know what I mean. When someone gets into a relationship to help them move on from their past?” I joked, but it was a clear attempt at flirting. And she wasn’t a fool. She realized I was flirting with her and suggesting exactly what she thought I was suggesting. “Really?” That was all she asked. I noticed a white grin on her face. "Of course yes. Only if you’re single, I don’t want to fight another guy, even though I can fight him for you.