I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Georgia’s POV

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He glanced at me, a slow, infuriating smirk spreading across his face. He looked back at the road, completely unfazed. “Of course, I’m your problem,” he said calmly. “But that’s not why you’re acting like this. Why are you acting so… jealous?”

“Jealous?!” I practically shrieked, my cheeks flaming hot “I am not jealous! How could you even say that? Are you completely out of your mind?!”

“Okay, okay,” he said, raising one hand in mock surrender, though the smirk didn’t leave his face. “Stop acting so guilty about it, then. I get it. You saw me talking to another girl, and it bothered you. It’s natural.”

I scoffed again, louder this time, turning away to stare furiously out the window. “You know what? Just stop the car! Right now! I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that just made me ngrier. “Really? You’re going to walk down a mountain road on a sprained ankle just to get away from me?” He glanced down at my foot. “Do you want to make it worse? Be my guest.”

“I would rather crawl back on broken glass than spend another minute in this car with you!” I yelled, turning back to glare at him.

He laughed again, a short, sharp sound completely devoid of humor this time. “You really hate me that much?” he asked, navigating a particularly rough patch of the bumpy road.

My jaw clenched. I bit my lower lip hard, tasting blood. He finally pulled the car over, not quite back in town, but off the main path, beneath the dense canopy of ancient trees. No one ever drove this old logging trail; it was too rough. People preferred to walk. It was completely deserted. Isolated.

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I glared at him, the culmination of the past month the fear, the confusion, the unwanted attraction, the constant manipulation – boiling over into pure, unadulterated loathing. “Yes,” I hissed. “I hate you.”

“Alright,” he said, his voice suddenly cold and flat. He reached over and hit the unlock button for the doors. “You wanted to walk? Then walk.”

“No!” I yelled, the word tearing from my throat.”I don’t want to walk! I want you to leave! Leave this town! Leave my life! Just get the hell away from me and never come back!”

I unbuckled my seatbelt with trembling fingers. He watched me, a trace of surprise in his eyes, clearly expecting me to bolt from the car.

But I didn’t bolt, Fueled by a desperate, self-destructive recklessness, I did the last thing he expected. I launched myself across the center console, scrambling lumsily onto his lap, straddling him in the confined space of the driver’s seat.

His body went rigid beneath me, his eyes widening in gnuine shock. My hands flew to the buttons of my simple sundress, ripping them open with frantic, angry movements, exposing the plain cotton bra underneath, then my skin.

I wasn’t trying to be seductive; I was trying to

trying to end this, pay the damned debt right here, right now, in the most degrading way possible, just to make him go away

“Georgia, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his voice strained. The gear shift was digging painfully into his side, and my knee was likely crushing something vital.

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He stared up at my face, his expression a confusing mix of shock, pain, and something else… something dangerously close to hunger. “I thought you wanted to walk?”

He cut the engine, plunging the car into an unnerving silence broken only by our ragged breathing. His hands came up, not to touch me, but to fumblingly try fasten the buttons I had just undone. “Stop it, Georgia. Button your dress.”

I slapped his hands away, fueled by a reckless, self-destructive impulse. I leaned forward, closing the scant distance between us, and pressed my lips against his. It wasn’t a kiss born of passion, but of angry desperation, a forced intimacy meant to push him away by giving him exactly what he claimed he wanted.

He froze, completely unresponsive for a split second, clearly shocked by my action. Then, just as I thought he might push me away, his lips answered mine, briefly hard, a flash of heat before he abruptly pulled back, gripping my shoulders firmly.

“Georgia,” he whispered, his voice rough, his eyes searching mine. “Not like this. Not here.” He shook his head slightly. “We can’t just… have sex in broad daylight in a car on the side of the road. I’m not some

animal.”

“Why not?” I challenged, my voice raw and bold, deliberately crude. “Isn’t this what you wanted? My body? Take it now and get it over with! This car is tinted. No one will see you humping me in the driver’s seat. Isn’t that efficient enough for you?”

His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He looked genuinely taken aback, perhaps even offended, by my crassness. “You have got to be kiddinghe,” he said, his voice low and strained.

“I’m not kidding,” I insisted, trying to maintain my desperate bravado, even as my heart hammered against my ribs. “Take the payment now, Estevan, or you get nothing. Ever.”

Then, without another word, his mouth crashed down mine.

This wasn’t like the kiss in the bedroom, or the one by the stream. This was raw, punishing, and almost brutal. He claimed my lips like he owned them, his kiss storm that demanded complete surrender.

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