He Ignored My Call Novels & Stories

GIANNA’S POV “Get your ass off that seat. Both of you.” His voice was a low growl, fists clenched at his sides. “And Gianna—” his eyes cut to me “—you're in so much trouble.” “What do you mean by ‘I'm in so much trouble’?” “You ignored all 10 of my calls.” I thought it was a random number, so I ignored it.” I raised a brow. “So that unknown call was you? I mean, come on, you can’t seriously blame me for not answering. I don’t have your number saved.”

Too full of eyes that weren't looking at me but were absolutely listening. I ignored the call and slid the phone back into my pocket. "As I was saying—" I started. The phone vibrated again as the urge to throw it against the wall began to build up inside of me. A few heads twitched—not daring to look but clearly hearing it. My jaw tightened. He had ignored me for a month, and now he suddenly wanted to call? Again and again? Not today. "Meeting adjourned," I said sharply and turned back towards my office. As the door closed behind me I let out a deep strangled breath.

Although I was confused because I didn’t clearly understand what he was trying to say, I didn’t let it show at all; instead, I gave him a great smile and sat back down on my chair. The moment I sat down I saw a call from James. I was wondering why he had to call at such a moment. There is no way I will be able to pick up his calls right now because I am still very busy; I just resumed here. I can’t be excusing myself immediately to pick up a call. Because of that, I decided not to pick up the call; instead, I ignored it and promised I’ll call back later. ******* After a while I got a call from the manager. I was wondering if I had done something on my first day because I don’t know why he is

"I’ve been told that." Silence fell again. But this time, it wasn’t empty. It was… steady. Like something was building. Slowly. Without pressure. Without force. Just there. My phone buzzed. I didn’t need to check. I already knew who it was. Nick. Again. I ignored it. Mark noticed. "You’re not going to answer?" "No." "Important call?" "Not anymore." He studied me for a second. Then nodded. "Good." I frowned slightly. "Good?"

"I really didn't expect you to show up. You ignored all my calls. I was annoyed. Disappointed." I stiffened, glancing away. "I didn't ignore your calls. I was just unavailable. Wouldn't bail on an agreement without notice," I lied smoothly, barely feeling the sting of my own words. The truth was, I'd ignored her calls, along with Connor's, this morning. I had second thoughts about showing up, but after a talk with my grandfather, everything changed. Now, I was stuck in this ridiculous game.

I expressed but the frown on her face did not disappear; it was still there. “I wouldn't be standing here if you had picked up my call. I have been calling you for so long but yet I didn't get any answer from you and you don't expect me to get worried?” she asked and I ignored the question. I knew for a fact that she was exaggerating. Because she had only called me twice, just like every other person would call. But I decided not to pick up the call because I didn't want her to know where I was at that moment, otherwise she might start nagging and interrogating me which I didn't want for myself.

I ran my fingers through my hair when I saw my father’s name flashing across the screen. I already knew why he was calling. I answered the phone. “I’m driving, I’ll call you later.” Without giving him a chance to speak, I hung up. I wasn’t in the right state of mind to hear him speak and tell me about how I had messed up. He tried calling a few more times but I ignored the calls. As I got to the house, I saw Layla and the kids watching television in the living room. I asked the kids to go to their room before I wanted to speak with Layla privately.

I murmured finally but quietly so it doesn’t sound like an accusation. Just a fact I needed to put somewhere outside of myself. He said nothing. "I called twice and I saw the video, and I didn't know what had happened, so I called, and you saw it. With everything that’s happening, you ignored my call." I kept my eyes on what my hands were doing. "I'm not angry about the reporter. I understand why you did what you did, and I'm not going to pretend I don't, but you could have called me back," I added.

I really needed a glass of whiskey more than I did before. “Didn't you see my calls?” He snapped, he sounded both worried and angry. Yes I did. I had ignored you because I didn't know how to tell you the truth. That I was fucking played! “I saw them, why were you calling so much? Did you miss me?” I teased instead, grinning wildly at him. His eyes widen, his mouth opened slightly in disbelief. He was fucking surprised. Exactly what I wanted - too surprised to speak and probably get pissed that I was teasing him.

he said calmly. He stepped aside, moving closer to the window, pulling out his phone again. I watched as his expression shifted—confusion first, then concern. He called me back. Once. Twice. Three times. I ignored every call. My fingers hovered over the screen, but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. This was exactly what I needed. And just as I had hoped, his concern began to grow. Kevin wasn’t the type to panic easily, but he knew me. He understood my patterns, my habits. I had never called him without speaking. I had never ignored his calls. Never.