I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Georgia’s POV

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After making sure Patricia got home safe, I knew I couldn’t face the villa. I checked into the first decent hotel I could find near the Paradise Club in Corvin City needing a neutral space to simply breathe.

The thought of walking back into that house after tonight’s chaos, of having Lucas corner me again with his manipulative offers, was unbearable. I was emotionally and physically exhausted. For just one night, I needed to be by myself.

After a long shower, I collapsed onto the bed. My mind was still racing, replaying every infuriating moment of the night, but eventually, exhaustion won, and I fell asleep.

It was just before dawn when a sudden commotion in the hallway jolted me awake. Not just footsteps, but frantic, running footsteps and a muffled shout. My heart pounding, I crept to the door and peered through the peephole.

It was chaos-a blur of men in suits running down the hall. I recoiled from the door, my own safety suddenly feeling fragile.

Before I could even process what I’d seen, my door burst open. A large figure surged inside, slamming it shut with his back.

In the same fluid motion, a hand clamped firmly over my mouth, stifling the scream that was already in my throat. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving against my back.

Then a low, familiar voice ed

right next to my ear. “Don’t scream.”

I stomped hard on his foot and

collapsing onto the edge of shoved with all my might. He stumbled backward, losing his balance and

collapsing onto the edge of the bed with a pained grunt

In the dim light filtering through the window, I saw the dark stain spreading across his white shirt. He was

bleeding.

My eyes widened as I finally got a clear look at his face.

“Estevan?!” I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. My shock quickly turned to panic. I scrambled to the door, fumbling with the deadbolt and chain, locking us in. When I turned back to him, he was staring at me in disbelief.

“You?” he rasped, as if finding me here was the most unexpected part of his night.

Ignoring his dramatic surprise, I rushed to his side. “What happened to you?!” I grabbed a clean towel from the bathroom, pressing it against the wound on his side. It looked like a graze, not a direct hit-thank god. “Help me get this jacket off,” I ordered.

I helped him shrug out of his suit jacket, my breath catching as the movement revealed the lean, hard muscle of his torso.

Even injured and bleeding, he looked like a fallen Greek god. Get a grip, Gia, I scolded myself. The man is barely breathing, and you’re lusting over him?

I ripped a long strip from the thick hotel curtain, my mind racing. “First your forearm, and now this?” I said. expertly wrapping the makeshift bandage tightly around his stomach to apply pressure. “You seem to have a habit of getting hurt.”

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Chapter 14

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He watched me work, his gaze intense. When I was done, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, his grip surprisingly strong.

He pulled me closer, his voice a low, desperate rumble. Let me stay here. Just for a little while.”

“No, you need a doctor! We need to call the police-”

“No,” he cut in, his fingers tightening around my wrist. “No police.”

Before I could argue, a sharp, authoritative knock echoed from the door.

Our eyes met in shared panic. He pulled me down onto the bed beside him, his body shielding mine. “We don’t have a choice,” he whispered, his mouth so close to my ear I could feel his breath.

“Huh?” I breathed back, my mind racing.

“Moan for me,” he commanded.

My brain short-circuited. “What? M-Moan for you?”

“Yes,” he insisted as another, louder knock rattled the door. “Loudly. So they’ll think we’re… occupied. So they’ll leave.”

imaginable. “Ugh…” Damn it, I’m not

With no other option, I took a deep, mortified breath and let out the most unconvincing sound of pleasure

good at this. I tried again, pitching my voice higher, faking a breathless passion. “Oh, my god, stop knocking! You’re disturbing us! Ugh! Ugh, yes!”

My face was burning with a heat that had nothing to do with passion. It was pure humiliation, made a thousand times worse by the sight of Estevan’s lips curving into a slow, amused smirk. He was actually enjoying this.

We both froze, listening intently. A tense silence stretched from the other side of the door. They were still there.

Before I could process what was happening, Estevan’s hand shot out and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to my ass. A genuine, startled cry of pain and shock escaped my lips. “Ah! What the hell was-”

He clamped his hand back over my mouth, his lips at my ear. “Sell it,” he hissed silently.

Thinking fast, I twisted the pained yelp into a theatrical moan. “Oh god… yes, right there… don’t stop…”

The unscripted sound must have been convincing. A moment later, we heard the distinct sound of footsteps retreating down the hallway.

The second they were gone, I shoved him away, my entire body trembling with a mixture of fury and humiliation. I scrambled to the far side of the bed, turning my back to him so he couldn’t see the crimson flush spreading across my face.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice still raspy. “You saved my life.”

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