Why Is My Girlfriend Avoiding Me Novels & Stories

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

We both sat on the couch, not touching but close enough that I could feel the warmth of her beside me. "How has work been?" she asked, voice careful. "Good," I said. "Busy, but good. How about you?” "It's been fine," she replied. "Same old." I studied her for a moment, then decided to be direct. "Are you avoiding me?" She looked at me with surprise flickering across her face. "No. Why would you think that?" I sighed. "I don't know... maybe because that’s what it seems like," I said quietly. "When I call, you come up with an excuse. Your reply to my texts are short. It just feels like you’re pulling away."

His expression looked pain and isolate. "Elsie," he began in a shaky voice. Looking away, he confessed, "I can't." "Why?" Elsie asked, her heart beating wildly. She forced him to look at her, her heart slicing into tiny pieces. "Since we have arrived, you have been avoiding me. You locked me out when you were taking a bath. Give excuses when I tried to initiate anything. Is this even a honeymoon?" Elsie accused, tears gathering in her eyes. From the time they were in the car until now, she knew something was wrong. After that day they spent together, Aiden has been avoiding her like a plague.

And when I hinted at something more—kissing, touching, anything beyond just sitting there—he would gently push me back and say, “Let’s just watch the movie first.” I was stubborn. I never knew how to give up. So I kept pushing, until Nate stood up with a quiet excuse and disappeared into his study. His voice still echoed in my mind. “I just remembered I have a meeting this afternoon. Go ahead and watch first. I’ll join you when I’m done.” And then he would leave so quickly I barely had time to answer. Back then, I used to tell myself it was nothing. The way he avoided my touch… the way he leaned back whenever my fingers brushed his face. I even found comfort in it once. I thought it meant he

It's been about two days now, and I had found it strange until this morning, when she didn't show up to the meeting, that she was indeed avoiding me. The undercover guards I had placed around her were giving me updates on her; she had not gone anywhere, just staying at the house, and was still having contact with Ethan. It's making me so damn jealous that I can hardly concentrate on my work, and I don't even know why she is acting like that in the first place. How was I going to appease her when I didn't even know why she was avoiding me? Did I do or say something to anger her? Did she not like my gifts? Was she still having doubts about us being together? I called Peter into the office and

“Then deal with it. Or don’t. You can also just… ignore it. Though, side note ignoring sexual tension usually makes it ten times worse when it finally explodes.” I nearly choked on my wine. “Thank you for that horrifying visual.” She laughed and took another bite. “Just saying. You can try avoiding him, but he’s your neighbor, you'realways going to have tk see him wether you want to or not. It’s like trying to avoid your reflection.” I stared at the wall for a moment, the white paint suddenly way too bright. “I’m going to avoid him,” I said firmly. “No eye contact. No conversations. No more granola girl nonsense.”

My mind kept slipping away from the numbers and going straight back to her. Ever since that night we fucked, Ava had been avoiding me like poison. She hadn’t shown up at the club once, no matter how many hours I sat in the VIP booth with my heart beating fast every time the door opened. She never picked up my calls. My phone would ring and ring until it went to voicemail, the silence cutting me deep. She never texted back. Nothing. I even drove to her apartment twice, but she was never there. The timing felt too perfect, like she knew exactly when I was coming.

He said with a sneer. "So, are you trying to say that you have not been in touch with her?" "Yes." "Are you avoiding her?" "Avoid? Why will I avoid her? "I don't know because you have been acting weird whenever I talk about her." "How?" "I'm serious, is there something I'm missing out? "No, at least not now." "Tell me. I want to know what I'm not getting." "This is not the right time." "Then, when is the right time?"

“So it is about her.” “I didn’t say that,” I muttered. “You didn’t have to. You’ve been acting weird since I mentioned her.” She paused, then added, “Let me guess… she’s avoiding you, and it’s driving you insane?” I didn’t answer, but the silence said enough. She picked up her drink and said softly, “Kian. You know… when someone pulls away, it’s usually not because they’ve stopped caring. It’s because they’re hurting. And they don’t know how to say it. Just chill out buddy. She'll come around.”

He said. " Still, I am supposed to do this. Mrs Gomez already has her hands full. " I started going away, pulling my hand out of his grasp, but he tightened his grip. He shook his head and got up still holding my hand. " What is wrong with you?? Why are you avoiding me? " He asked. " What?? I am not. " " Oh please, you are avoiding even looking at me. Don't deny that. What happened?? " " Nothing... Please leave me alone."