I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Georgia’s POV

“This isn’t a contingency plan, it’s a hostage situation!” I hissed, tightening my grip on his shirt.

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“Is it?” he countered, his gaze dropping pointedly to my hands clenched against his chest. “Or is it simply… collecting what’s mine?” He leaned down, his voice dropping to a rough, possessive whisper that sent shivers down my spine despite my anger. “You caused quite a mess when you ran, Georgia. Harvey is working overtime cleaning up the fallout from your brother’s escape and the subsequent attacks. Billions lost. Men injured.”

He looked me directly in the eye, his expression turning cold and hard. “You owe me. And I always collect.” He paused, his smirk returning, cruel and confident. “Sooner or later, when this little game of yours is over, you’ll be back where you belong. On your knees. Begging for exactly what I offered you last night.”

He finally stepped back, giving me a fraction of space, but his eyes still held me captive. “Let’s be clear about the terms of this debt,” he said, his voice dangerously soft, like silk sliding over steel. “You have one week, Georgia. Seven days.”

He paused, letting the weight of his ultimatum sink in. One week to decide willingly and settle our account.” His gaze darkened, turning possessive and utterly ruthless. “After that,” he finished, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper, “consent becomes… irrelevant. I will collect what I am owed.”

My blood ran cold. My breath hitched in my throat. One week. He wasn’t talking about money or loyalty anymore. He was talking about this. About taking me. Forcing me. Like I was just another asset to be claimed, another piece of property.

And the sickest part? The humiliating secret I had guarded for three long, lonely years? Lucas and I… we never had. Not once. Our marriage had been a sham from the start, a cold, platonic business arrangement wrapped in the guise of love.

Oh, God. I was still a virgin. And this monster, this ruthless man who saw me as nothing more than collateral, as a debt to be collected… he was going to be the one to take that from me. Not out of love, not even out of twisted desire, but as a payment. The thought was so violating, so horrifying, it made me want to throw up!

“So, you’re really staying here?” I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “For the whole week?”

“I told you,” he said, his voice dangerously smooth: “I don’t leave until I get what I want.” He took a step closer, invading my space again. “Unless you’d prefer to come back to the city with me now? Settle this debt in my bed tonight? We could finish what we started.” He caned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper full of desire. “I’ll make you forget everything but my name.”

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Oh, shit. That weird, awkward heat flooded my body ag in. I hated it. I hated him. “I have things to do here,” I said quickly, trying to sound business-like, trying to pish him back with logic, “Let’s revisit this… arrangement… after the week is up.”

I turned away from him and sat on the edge of the bed, needing to put some distance between us. I carefully tested my ankle, twisting it slightly. Pain shot my leg, and I couldn’t help but wince.

Instantly, he was crouching in front of me, his strong hands gently taking my injured foot. His touch was surprisingly careful as he examined the swelling.

His fingers traced lightly up my calf, sending unwanted parks along my skin. Then, with a sudden, precise movement, he twisted my ankle sharply. A soft click echoed in the room,

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“Does that feel better?” he asked, his eyes watching my face intently.

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I cautiously moved my foot. The sharp pain was gone, placed by a dull ache. “Yeah,” I admitted reluctantly, pulling my leg away.

“You’ll be fine by tomorrow,” he said, standing up.

I stood too, testing my weight. It still hurt, but it was better. “I need to shower,” I said, trying to regain control of the situation.

He immediately moved to help me walk. “Careful. You houldn’t put too much pressure on it yet.”

“I’m going to the bathroom, Estevan, not hiking Mount Everest,” I snapped, pulling away from his supporting arm. “I’m not a baby. I can walk a few feet by myself.”

He smiled, that infuriating, knowing smile. “I know you’re not a baby, Georgia,” he said softly. “But sometimes, even soldiers need to remember they’re als women.”

My cheeks burned. Why does he keep saying things like that? It felt like he was trying to strip away my defenses, piece by piece.

I ignored him, took a deep breath, and limped into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me. I stripped off my clothes and stood under the hot spray for a long time, letting the water wash away the tension, the fear, the unwanted heat..

After showering, I wrapped myself in the thick bathrobe hanging on the hook. But as I reached for the door handle, it swung open. Estevan stood there, his eyes immediately doing a slow, appreciative sweep over my barely covered body.

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