Should I Ghost Him Novels & Stories

“Sort of.” Rome’s expression doesn’t change, but his mouth tightens slightly. “Okay.” “That night—at your party—I couldn’t… you know.” He nods. “I remember.” “It wasn’t you. It was me.” “You were cheating?” “It felt like that. He’s my ex.” He sighs. “And now?” “We’re not together,” I say. “But he’s still in my life. It’s messy. I’m sorry for ghosting.” Rome shrugs like it doesn’t matter. It clearly does. “It’s whatever.”

She stares down at me, her blue eyes wide, before pacing some more. "Please no. I can't Tess. Not tonight. Don't make me talk about it, please. It's painful. I'm such an idiot. He clearly used me for practice or something. It obviously meant nothing to him or he wouldn't have ghosted me like he did. I don't know why I'm making such a big deal about it. He's probably forgotten all about me anyway, seeing as he has a revolving door of beautiful girls throwing themselves at him these days." I mumble holding my face in my hands to hide my embarrassment.

She wiggled her brows and smiled mischievously. “Yeah, I would have loved to stay with him, but unfortunately for me, he’s…” I didn’t want to say he ghosted me, but what would one call not being responded to on all social media platforms by another and also not responding to any calls or voice messages left? “He’s unavailable.” “You think he’s ghosting you?”

“Honestly, when he said he knew who I was, I thought he did. I panicked and cut all contact. I still don’t know what he knows, and if he’s just decided I’m not worth it.” “That can’t be it,” she says. “Well, regardless, I didn’t want him thinking I did it all on purpose. Even if I sort of did. That would’ve been so embarrassing. It’s for the best that we aren't speaking anymore. I’m not even his type.” “I think you’re wrong,” she says. “I ghosted him and he couldn’t wait to move on to my best friend. It’s my own fault for doing it. And for sneaking around in the first place.”

I turn and see a very uncomfortable looking Ghost. "Ghost, you don't have to eat it with me. I was just letting you know you don't have to stay three hundred yards away from me, I don't have a goddamn restraining order on you." I cross my arms irritated with the fact that everyone feels like they must keep their distance from me. Especially Chance. Ghost surprises me by throwing his head back with laughter. "Fuck darlin', I didn't mean to make you feel like you're the flu and I didn't want to catch you, I just didn't want your man up in my shit again about being around you."

“Gonna wreck you in a real bed next time. Lights on. So I can watch your face when I make you come again. And again.” Heat flooded my cheeks. My thighs clenched hard. He turned, started walking back toward the group—whistling like nothing happened. I stared at the contact name glowing on my screen. Smiled so wide it hurt. Already typing. Me: You’re insane. I hit send before I could overthink it. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, read it, glanced back at me over his shoulder with that wicked grin. The Ghost Who Fucked You Senseless: You love it.

George, of course, picked up on everything. He cornered me outside the gym, fists clenched at his sides. “Why are you ghosting her now?” “Because it’s what she wants.” “She doesn’t want this.” His voice was sharp, protective, furious. “She deserves to heal,” I snapped back. “And she can’t if I’m hovering.” George stepped closer, nose almost touching mine. “Or maybe you’re just too much of a coward to face what you did.” The words landed like a punch. Because he wasn’t wrong.

I say, ending the call. Sliding the phone onto the desk, I turn my attention back to Ghost. “You need to disappear,” I say firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument. His smirk widens as he leans forward. “Disappear? Why, so I don’t cramp your style with your men?” “Exactly,” I snap. “They’re not going to take you seriously, Ghost. Half of them would be more concerned about you being here than focusing on what matters.” Ghost raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue. “Fine. I’ll go,” he says, standing and adjusting his jacket. “But don’t pretend you’re not going to miss me.”

Liana's POV When I stepped out of the toilet, I decided to go back to my desk and just focus on my work because from now on I'm going to treat him like he never existed in my life, and I'm going to make him feel the way I'm feeling right now. Hopefully it touches him at all because he is not even in love with me, so why am I thinking he'll be hurt if I start ghosting him?

You don’t want him dead, do you? And the fact that she didn’t have an answer scared the hell out of her. She stared down at her phone again. And this time, when the screen lit up with his name, she grabbed it and opened up his message. R: If I were a lesser man, I’d pretend I haven’t been staring at my phone for the last two hours wondering whether you’ve ghosted me or joined a convent. Please confirm you haven’t taken a vow of silence. That would be very inconvenient for my ego.