Romans & histoires Flirting With An Ex

"I’ve spent three years building a future for us. Everything I do, I do for you. And you repay me by flirting with a man who would crush you without a second thought?" Flirting. Is that what he thinks that was? I want to scream. I want to tell him that I’ve already seen the "future" he built for me. I want to tell him I remember the cold concrete and the sound of his footsteps walking away while I died. But I breathe. I force my fingers to relax. I have to play the part for a little longer. "I wasn't flirting."

I attempted to hit him again. "But aren't they mine?"He smirked as he licked his lips,I rolled my eyes and folded my arms feigning annoyance and disgust when my butterflies were in my stomach. You are such a low-key pervert No,I'm not. I won't argue but you know "Don't do that,you are dating an ex-player,you should know the kind of guy I'm before jumping into this relationship"He laughed. "Yeah,nasty as fu*k." "This isn't nasty,I bet you don't wanna see that side"He winked.

[Just flirt with him. That would be too embarrassing!

“There’s no rainbows and unicorns on the news. The media painted me as a psycho clingy dater which is far from what I am. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just like other stories. It’s normal for a relationship to… To reach its end. “ “My past relationships didn’t work out the way I wanted them to be. I’m no expert at it.” “Of course you’re not.” My forehead furrowed at what he said. Doesn’t he remembered what he said earlier? “You’re a flirting expert,” he stated. “You see, you have a lot of experiences about flirting and relationships but the only thing you’re good at is flirting because they became your boy toy.” “W-what? But you said earlier—” “Yeah. It’s for you to make sense of what

"That doesn't compare to my annoyance when I see you being hugged or kissed by Meggy, your ex-girlfriend." Tristan laughed again. Even though this problem has been resolved, Sophia still loves to bring it up. "Just a hug as a friend, honey. It doesn't mean anything. You saw the other day, I didn't even reciprocate, did I?" "But you didn't refuse either, Tristan. Why are you so flirtatious!" "I?" Tristan pointed at his face. "You say I'm flirty?" Sophia nodded. Confirming previous accusations. "If not flirty then what is it?"

He took another sip from his glass. "Like I told you, everyone knows what people like you do, so just move along and talk to someone else." I gestured to shoo him away but he just replied with a grin. "What's so funny?" I questioned. "It's amusing how you girls think I'm flirting with you when all I'm doing is just having a nice and simple conversation." "You're not flirting with me?" I raised my eyebrows. He took a sip from his almost empty glass. "--That's flirting." He pointed his glass to a guy touching the butt of a girl in a dress, getting slapped in the process. It made me laugh a little actually.

he replied. I gasped. "Are you trying to flirt with me?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "It depends." he replied. "Pardon!" I exclaimed, making air quotes. "It depends on what?" I asked. "What is your definition for flirting?" he asked, standing up and moving closer to me. "I'm leaving, Mr Okorie." I said, raising my voice higher than usual, he mimicked my words and then chuckled. What was actually wrong with this guy?

Because we always end up like this, fighting over shallow things because our relationship is still not that strong honestly. "FUCK THAT MISUNDERSTANDING! ANSWER ME! WHY. ARE. YOU. FLIRTING. WITH. THAT. JERK!" Flirting? Is that called flirting already when he didn't even saw the whole fucking scene! Does that mean he sees me as a flirt now? It's funny how fast he can jump to a conclusion like he doesn't trust me, it's obvious that he's doubting me.

I wake up to seventeen missed calls from Adrian and a single text from Dominic that makes my blood run cold. Adrian is probably calling to tell me he wants me but Dominic”s text shocks me more than Adrian's seventeen missed calls. The text goes like this “I'm promoting you and we'll be working closely, at tarting today 🔥💕” The message came through at 6:47 AM and it's now 6:52, and I'm staring at my phone like it might explode.

Then, honestly, “I hoped.” Her eyebrows lifted. “That’s better than lying.” They moved to a table this time—not his old one, not hers, neutral ground. She sat close. Not touching, but close enough that every shift of her leg was a quiet threat. He could feel her presence like heat. The flirting wasn’t accidental now. It was deliberate. Her knee brushed his once, then stayed there. She didn’t apologize. He didn’t move away. Their conversations were about work, music, the city. Every sentence carried a second meaning. Every pause stretched.