How To Fail At Flirting Novels & Stories

My lips became swollen and red. “You are becoming my addiction. Do you know?” he said. “You are crossing the limit, “ I replied. “ That is your mistake, why are you so tempting,” he asked. “ Now, I understand why you have girls following in college? You are a big flirt” I said in an angry tone. “ I don’t know how to flirt but for you, I can become anything” he smiled. I can’t win with him with words. So I want to divert the topic.

The entire point of going out is for me to jumpstart the process of getting over him. I used to practically get buzzed off of picking my outfit for class. I used to make it a point to try and be noticed. To try and distract him during his lectures. Throwing it all together... my makeup, my hair, my clothes – it became my mission to look as best as I could so that he'd notice me. And to watch him, trying to catch him in the act of checking me out. That is a flirtation in itself, isn't it? It’s fun. Exciting. Thrilling. It never works, of course. Or, rather, it actually does work, but he never lets on.

Time to change tactics until I can come up with a better plan! “I would actually love to see your room again… boyfriend. Maybe I could even pick which side of the bed will be mine,” I tease, batting my eyelashes. It feels so unbelievably fake, so forced. This isn’t me at all. I don’t know how to flirt and I sure as hell sound like an idiot. But I don’t have to wait long to see if he buys my act. God, men are so simple. Some tits and a nice smile and they have no guard and no brain.

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…

“Define ‘let loose.’” “No phones, no business talk, and definitely no scaring away men who try to flirt with you,” she said, wagging a finger at me. I scoffed. “I don’t scare them away. I just… make it clear I’m not interested.” “You make it clear you could ruin their lives in five minutes,” she corrected. “And while that’s hot, it’s also counterproductive when I’m trying to have a good time.” I smirked. “Fine. I’ll behave.”

“You go ahead. I'll try and clean up this place. Pops gonna have me grounded if I don't.” “Not if I can help as well. Be back in a bit.” On my way to the kitchen, my hands quiver as I tuck my skirt a little higher, and knot my tank top under my breasts. I flip my hair back, and put on a flirtatious smile. It's like a superpower — I've disarmed almost every man I've come across with my smile and suggestive body language. I'm known for being a smart flirt. A sly tease. They're wrong, but Godforbid they ever find out that it's all a facade. That I'm just pretending. Treading water. Try as much as they can to resist me, I've always gotten what I wanted.

“Trust me, Ilyana. Male mates cannot stand the idea of another man being close to their mate. Especially not Kael. He’s already obsessed with you, whether he admits it or not.” My face warmed slightly at her words, but she didn’t even pause. “If he sees you giving attention to someone else, even harmless attention, he’ll crack. He’ll react. And then you’ll finally get him to speak properly instead of shutting down like he always does.” I swallowed, trying to process it. It sounded simple when she said it like that. Too simple. But also… strangely effective. “Do I have to flirt?” I asked quietly. “Yes,” she said without hesitation. “It has to look real.”

Despite my years of etiquette classes, I never knew what to do with women when they did this. I glanced down at the book. “I’ve read this, and it’s good, but not quite as good as dumping a douchebag.” I tried to keep my tone friendly, noncommittal, but for all I knew I was flirting back. For all my lessons, flirting wasn’t exactly something I’d been trained in. She smiled and touched her hair, batting those eyes at me. My brain scrambled for something to do, because otherwise I had a feeling she was about to give me her number or—

' But of course I kept my mouth shut I didn't want the interview to end even before starting. When no one spoke anything she continued. "So all the best to you all and there is a tip for you all answer only as much is asked of you, stay confident don't go stuttering like an amateur and most important for the ladies sitting over here if you think that flirting will work then you have got another thing coming. To sum up one wrong step and you will be thrown out." What an utter bullshit I mean come on who does that.Who goes flirting during their interview.

A recoil from my words that I couldn't take back. "Then there have to be some lines between us. We can't continue this dance. This push and pull. No more flirting. No more compliments. Just teach me the basics of how to seduce and man and leave the rest for someone you actually want to date." Hot words and a flustered face. Her hands had balled by her sides.