Flirting With An Ex Novels & Stories

she replied with a cold tone. She did not want to entertain his idea that he could come and talk to her at any time. "Why?" he asked with an annoyed look. "Because neither you are my boyfriend nor my friend." He scoffed at first but then smirked at her. "But I am your ex-boyfriend. If you consider 'ex' from the word, then you can come with me, you know." She rolled her eyes. "You never flirted with me like that when I was with you."

And fucking luring me in the process. Or when she intentionally flirts with the Ryker guy just to get me jealous and have her tortured by my tongues and fingers. When I confront her, she says it isn’t flirting, but fuck that if she is laughing with him and he is the only male intern student she talks to, then it’s fucking flirting. So I call her up to the office to give her some punishment for flirting with the guy. She lays flat on my desk with her legs spread apart, and I eat her out. Sometimes I finger her until all of her juice pours into my fingers.

I asked, taking a sip of my water. “We can make them jealous,” he whispered. Upon seeing my eyes widen, he held up his hand in a placating gesture. “Nothing too indecent, I assure you. But a little flirting can go a long way, you know?” When my withering glare didn’t falter, he pressed on in a low tone. “Just think about it, Hannah. It could work perfectly—you make Noah jealous and I soften Zoe up again. We can win our respective partners back without any… emotional entanglements getting too messy.”

“Yeah, not my type. I prefer a woman with a little more meat on her bones.” I smirked. “I know that’s right.” With a playful wink, I added, “Come find me later?” As I walked toward my ex and Trisha, I felt the party’s energy shift. Eyes followed me. My hips swayed, and my tits bounced slightly with each step. My ex looked flustered. Ignoring him, I sauntered past and headed straight for his friends at the beer pong table. “Howdy, boys,” I said, stealing the ping-pong ball. I held it out of their reach with a teasing grin.

I let down my damp hair and smacked him across the face. "What are you doing, Mrs. Woods?" He opened his eyes right away. I'm attempting to attract my devoted husband. I was relishing making fun of him even more when I noticed the enraged look on his face. "Well, Mrs. Woods, I am already quite eager to see your thighs, so you don't even need to try very hard to entice me." Oh no, I thought I would use his nervousness as an opportunity to flirt a little, but when he started flirting with me, what should I do?

"You look cute when you get jealous. This is the first time I saw you like this." Yeah. It was indeed the first time since I was always begging him in the past. And if I was not begging, I was crying in front of him so that he wouldn't go. "I'm not cute and I will never be," I declared and stomped my foot. "I'm not even jealous! Stop saying nonsense, Drake. I'm just annoyed that you're openly flirting with your ex in the public. Like what the heck? You can do it when you have the time. Where I was not looking."

Five years ago, for the sake of my fiancee, Ellia Murdock, I went overseas alone to deal with all the obstacles her family faced. The day I returned, she sent a car to pick me up to attend her son's birthday party. She smiled and introduced me as her long-lost uncle, who was also crazy, in front of all the guests. Her son clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Mommy, I want to ride the crazy horse!" Ellia's smile vanished. Her voice turned cold as she ordered, "Jason, don't ruin Nial's fun. Get down." My heart jolted. I glared at her. "Ellia, you want me to let a brat ride me like a horse?" Right after I finished my sentence, her current husband slapped me across the face. "What's with the

When I told him about it, he avoided her. It’s not that serious flirting. It’s more on when they would meet in a bar or party, Adrian would approach and say some flirty jokes. Luckily, he never made out with someone, well as far as I know he doesn’t because I never saw him bring someone home, or maybe they do it somewhere else? But I don’t really care. I wondered how many women Arzhel flirted with after our divorce. That’s aside from Veronica, of course. “Such a miracle,” I teased him and jokingly rolled my eyes.

“I am not hiding, I am making the salads” “I think you are hiding while making salads” He grabbed a knife and a chopping board and started to help me “You don’t have to help, go outside with your friends and have fun” “I would rather be in here with you” He smiled and winked at me as he carried on chopping “Are you honestly trying to flirt with me right now?” “I can flirt and show you how much I care without actually touching you. My main goal at the moment is to help you relax, have fun, and smile again. Anything else can wait”

I don’t even know why I had flirted with her so openly. It had just kind of happened when she had teased me. The way we used to chat together… that easy chatter… I missed it… but to see her cheeks flush that way told me perhaps she was not quite so comfortable with the flirting, or maybe with the things I mentioned. Maybe I had overstepped a mark. Something I am beginning to regret. I do not want to ruin what we have. If we even have anything. At the least, she had appeared comfortable with me, I could not risk losing that...