The Billionaires Flirting Expert

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Flirting Expert

My eyes remained on the paper in front of me. I've been staring at it for minutes now.

I looked up at the man staring at me at the end of the long table. Our eyes met. The sound of the aircon was the only thing that could be heard throughout the room.

"What is this contract for?"

"It's a record deal at Love Machine records. International recording studio. It offers you the freedom to write your songs and record them. International artists come from love machine records,” she said.

"I know that thing. I mean, what is it for?"

"It's a record deal for you."

My forehead furrowed at what he said.

"Ten-year contract with love machine records. You can write songs and record them in a bigger studio that you own. You'll have your team, band, mentors, and everything you need. Your name is already written. All you need to do is sign it to have it all.

My brows furrowed. "Why are you doing this?"

"I only met you this morning. Let's mention that we met badly. The reporters chased me because of you. Many people are angry with me for reasons I don't know because of earlier news, so why are you here and giving it away?"

Strangers don't give you something for free—especially this guy. Business people don't just invest in something that won't benefit or provide them with profit. He's one of those guys.

He smirked. "How silly of o think I was giving it free, Miss Vena."

There! I mean, it has a replacement!

My eyebrows furrowed. Then why is he doing this? What will he get out of this thing?

"Your experiences. Wait, how should I put it? Your expertise and n relationships fascinate me."

Expertise?

"Are you insulting me?"

"No."

"Look, I know all the issues about me, specifically about my dating life, how it all went wrong."

"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 how I wanted them to. I'm no expert at it."

"Of course, you're not."

My forehead furrowed at what he said. Doesn’t he remember 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 I just said."

My gaze remained on him. "What is the connection between my flirtation and this contract?"

"Be my flirting expert, and the record deal is yours."

My eyes widened. I glanced at Mossy's side. His mouth gaped too.

What is this man saying?

Was the coffee he drank so strong that he went nuts like this?

Flirting expert? Is there a thing such as that?