Romans & histoires Texts A Guy Can't Ignore

I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone , especially not him. Another beep sent me grinding my teeth in anger. It was another text from him. Should I just block this prude? Adrian: 'You know, leaving someone message unread is not a pleasing behavior.' I Ignored him still, this time a smirk on my face, wondering what length he could go to make me reply to him. I was beginning to get a bit worked up when he didn't send any text after a few minutes and I was already on an empty path way leading down to the street of my house when I received another message.

I took my phone and typed the message : "I understand that you are busy. I understand that you have priorities. I understand that you can't talk to me 24/7. But you know what? I would rather be able to at least talk to you a little bit than to not talk to you at all. No guy is that busy. If a guy likes a girl, he would talk to her and make no excuses. Nothing would stop him from talking to her. No guy is busy enough to the point where you can't spare 10 seconds out of your day to text your girl to at least say "Hi" or "I hope you're having a good day" or "I miss you" or "I love you" because it literally takes 10 seconds or less to type that and press send and when you can't even do that, it

I stared at it for the longest time, willing for it to go off, but it kept blaring. Maybe I had to put it across to him that I was no longer interested and he needed to find someone new to pimp out. “Hello?” I said grudgingly. “You've been ignoring my texts,” his voice filtered through the phone. “I’ve been busy,” my response came off as uninterested. “Doing what?” His voice was clipped, the words permeating through his obviously clenched teeth. “Work, normal work,” I retorted sharply. “Did you read the text I sent to you?”

It's not like I was attracted to him but he's the kind of guy you will never ignore when he is around. I was busy watching and checking the man when I suddenly heard a baritone cough. It was Cedrick Miguel who cleared his throat, and I realized he was staring at me with a sharp gaze. Had he caught me admiring Mr. Gutierez and knew what I was thinking? Well, there was nothing wrong with appreciating his good looks; he was indeed handsome and very sexy! I raised a brow defiantly and continued my work, ignoring him.

You're not sixteen, are you? I ignore his text and toss my phone aside. He's trying to make my life miserable. I look down at my ringing phone and it's Gray. What does he want? I ignored the call and text back. To;Gray: please don't call me. I really wanna stop talking to you. From;Gray: like you can. You can't avoid me , princess. I roll my eyes and try to imagine him smirking right now.

“Unless you’re scared.” I raise a brow. “Of you?” He smirks. “Of what might happen.” My heart does that dumb little jump it hasn’t done in years. I take the phone. And I type. “Now what?” I ask, tossing it back to him. He catches it one-handed. “Now I text you later. And we see if that brain-melting boss of yours can compete with a guy who smells good, listens well, and knows how to touch without taking.”

The whole dangerous aura that makes my pussy throb just from being in the same damn room. But I'll be damned if I let him think I can't live without it. So I grab my phone again, thumb hovering, fighting the urge to send another text. Something blunt. Something that screams, "I'm not waiting around for you, Prez." But I don't. Because that would still look like I'm in my feelings. And if there's one thing I refuse to be, it's the girl blowing up his phone while he's out there ignoring me. That's not me.

“Hey. Talk to me.” “What’s there to say?” I whisper. “The universe has a sick sense of humor. First it gives me a kiss I can’t stop thinking about, and now I get to be auctioned off beside the guy who gave it to me.” She sits next to me, tucks her legs beneath her. “You still haven’t opened his last text, have you?” “No.” I stare at the screen. “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because if it’s something that makes me hate him, I’ll believe it. And if it’s something that makes me forgive him…”

This guy was making me go crazy and just reading that text made me feel a tingle between my legs. I had no idea what to respond to him. I had come clean with Beth but she was still mad at me. I can't simply ignore her and continue fucking Jayden. I need to be in good terms with her first so I ignored his message and took a deep breath before walking inside the bar to get back to work.

She says pulling me up and hooking her arm through mine. I scoff, "Hundreds of girls Tessa, HUNDREDS of them. And I see those wheels turning in your head. Whatever you're planning, you can get the idea out of that pretty little head of yours right now. He literally left without even saying goodbye and hasn't even bothered to send me a single text, or a freaking postcard since he's been gone. There is no coming back from that. Besides, all those girls he's been with, I can't compete with that. I don't even want to try."