I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Georgia’s POV

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My hand cracked across his face, the sound sharp in the small room. He didn’t even flinch, and his head didn’t turn. The only reaction was a slight tightening of his jaw and a darkening in his eyes.

And the physical evidence of his arousal, pressed agains my hip, remained stubbornly, infuriatingly hard.

My gaze darted down, then instantly back up to his face then down again, then back to his eyes. My brain couldn’t seem to process the sheer, blatant reality of it.

I snatched a pillow from behind me, shoving it clumsily against his groin, trying desperately to create a barrier, to hide the sight that was making my cheeks burn and my stomach clench.

“Aren’t you… Aren’t you even a little bit embarrassed?” Itammered, my voice choked with disbelief. “Showing me… that?”

He let out a low, rough chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest against my hand. He stepped back slightly, allowing the pillow to fall away, and stood there completely naked and utterly unashamed before me. He wasn’t just unashamed; he looked even proud!

“Why would I be shy, Georgia?” he asked arrogantly. He gestured down at himself with a casual, almost dismissive flick of his wrist. “This is a gift. Something to be admired. Appreciated.” His eyes met mine, full of dark challenge. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

I scoffed, trying to inject confidence I didn’t feel. “You better put some clothes on, Estevan. Or I swear I will shove you out that door, and you can explain your… gift to the entire town.”

A dangerous glint sparked in his eyes. He didn’t say a word. He just turned and took a deliberate step towards the bedroom door, reaching for the handle as he was actually going to do it.

My heart leaped into my throat. He wouldn’t. He could t! But the look on his face…

I scrambled off the bed, lunging forward and grabbing is arm, pulling him back with all my strength while simultaneously slamming the door shut and locking it. My cheeks were burning, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Are you completely insane?!” I’ shrieked, my voice trembling in anger. He’s really going to show that thing

to everyone!

He turned slowly, that infuriating smirk back in place. He looked down at my hand still clamped onto his bare arm. “What’s the matter, Georgia?” purred, his voice dripping with amusement. “Afraid someone

He leaned in, “Do you want to keep it all for yourself?”

else might see what belongs to you?” m

My mouth fell open. The shameless arrogance of him was breathtaking. I snatched my hand back as if burned. “If you keep pushing me like this,” I snarled, my voice low and shaking, “I will make your life a living hell. You won’t survive a week here. You’ll be begging to leave, because you will get nothing from me.. Especially not my body.”

He simply chuckled, a low, confident sound. “We’ll see who breaks first,” he said, finally turning his back to me. I immediately squeezed my eyes shut and looked up at the ceiling, refusing to watch as I heard the rustle of clothes.

My mind was reeling. I had never thought Estevan Salvore could be like this. This… playful monster. This provocative, infuriating man who seemed determined push every single one of my buttons.

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Chapter 54

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I had always seen the prim. proper, serious mask he wore for the world. But this felt different. Rawer. More real. He wasn’t just angry about my betrayal; he seemed almost… desperate… to collect this ‘debt’ he felt I owed him.

And the lie… Zane’s lie. Estevan’s denial about my parents’ death hadn’t felt like a lie. It had felt cold, dismissive, but… true. He wasn’t the type to waste energy on elaborate deceptions when a brutal truth would suffice.

Could Zane really have lied about something so monstrous? Why? It made me question everything. Was the man in that cell even my brother anymore?

Blood doesn’t betray blood… does it? Not like that. Not when it means life or death. Blood is supposed to be thicker than water. Wasn’t it?

I sat up abruptly on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest and glaring at the empty space beside me where he had been moments before. I grabbed the extra pillow and slammed it down the middle of the mattress, creating a makeshift wall.

“This is my side.” I declared, “You stay on yours. Do not touch me again. Do not speak to me. The dinner is at eight. And try not to embarrass me, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t smother you in your sleep.”

With that, I lay down, my back to him, and pulled the blanket tightly around my body like armor. I closed my eyes, forcing my breathing to even out, straining to hear any movement from his side of the bed. Silence. Eventually, exhaustion claimed me.

I woke slowly, drifting in that hazy space between sleep and awareness. Something felt… warm. Heavy. An arm was wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me back against a solid, muscled chest. My eyes flew open. What the….

I tried to twist away, but the arm tightened, holding me fast. His voice, a low, sleepy right beside my ear, stopped me cold.

“Easy…” he murmured. “It’s just me.”

“Estevan!” I hissed, trying to pry his arm off me. “What he hell are you doing? Who gave you the right to touch me while I’m sleeping? We are not a couple!”

“You owe me a debt,” he whispered, his lips brushing ag inst the shell of my ear, sending an unwelcome. shiver down my spine. “I’m just collecting… interest,”

“Shut up,” I snapped, finally managing to break his hold and scramble toward the edge of the bed.

As I moved, his hand brushed against my breast, his fingers tracing the curve through the thin fabric of my

shirt.

Then unwanted heat shot through me, making me gasp I hated that he could affect me like this. Hated that my body betrayed my resolve!

I practically leaped off the bed, my hair tangled around my face, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps, I pointed a trembling finger towards the door. “Get dress d,” I ordered, my voice shaky but firm.

Without waiting for a response, I fled the room, smoothing down my hair and trying desperately to compose myself.

I walked into the living room, only to find Louiella alreally there, beaining, flanked by two other elderly

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