I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 80

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Georgia’s POV

A small, helpless sound of protest and surrender came out of my throat, but I opened my mouth for him. He thrust slowly, his hand tangling in my hair, holding my head steady as he filled my mouth.

It was a different kind of intimacy, a different kind of claiming, absolute and humiliating. He moved with a slow, steady rhythm, and I moaned, my eyes locked on is, the taste of him filling my senses.

Just as I felt the tell-tale tensing in his thighs, the signal hat he was about to climax, he pulled out. I let out a choked breath, relieved, but he wasn’t done. He aimed himself at my chest.

With a low groan that rumbled from deep in his chest, e came, his hot release spraying across my breasts.

He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, looking own at his handiwork. A proud, impossibly arrogant smirk spread across his face.

“How about that?” he asked, his voice rough with satisfaction.

I was too exhausted to even be angry anymore. I just closed my eyes, letting the darkness pull me under. Vaguely, I felt him moving, felt a warm cloth gently cleaning my skin- cleaning the body he had just thoroughly ruined.

One night, I’d told myself. Just pay the debt. So why had I… why did I keep giving in? Why did my body betray me every time he touched me? The questions swirled in my exhausted mind until sleep finally claimed me.

Cold. So incredibly cold. It seeped into my bones, making my teeth chatter, even though I was buried under a mountain of blankets.

I shivered violently, pulling the covers tighter, but it didn’t help. My head felt heavy, stuffed with cotton, and every muscle ached with a deep, flu-like soreness that went beyond last night’s activities.

Oh, great. I opened my eyes groggily. Fever. I definitely had a fever!

Movement beside me. Estevan sat up, his brow furrowe with concern as he looked down at me. He placed the back of his hand against my forehead. Then his tough was surprisingly cool.

“You’re burning up,” he stated, his voice tight. “You have a fever!”

He threw off the covers, completely unconcerned about his own nakedness, and pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants lying nearby. He grabbed his phone and walled out of the room, his voice a low, urgent command as he presumably called Harvey or the bullet

I closed my eyes again, groaning softly. My throat felt scratchylen

stop.

my head throbbed, and the chills wouldn’t

Every breath felt heavy. Damn it. This was just perfect.cally perfect!

Estevan walked back in a few minutes later. He saw meill shivering, naked under the blankets. He went to his enormous walk-in closet, rummaged around, and came back with a soft, oversized black t-shirt.

He gently pulled back the covers. My first instinct was to flinch away, but I was too weak, too cold. He carefully slid the t-shirt over my head, his fingers brushing against my feverish skin.

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Then, incredibly, he grabbed a pair of my underwear how did he even have those? and gently helped me put them on, his movements careful, almost hesitant.

He kept murmuring apologies under his breath “Sort… didn’t mean for this… my fault…” – but I barely heard him.

I didn’t care about his apologies. I just wanted the shivering to stop, wanted this heavy, miserable feeling to

go away.

He pulled the covers back up, tucking them around me tightly. “The doctor is on his way, Georgia,” he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Just then, a maid entered quietly with a tray – a thermometer, some pills, a glass of water. A moment later. the butler arrived with a steaming mug of hot milk.

Estevan took the thermometer, checked my temperature helped me sit up slightly to take the pills.

confirming what we already knew – and then

He held the glass of water to my lips. Then, he took the mug of milk, blowing on it gently before holding it for me to sip.

He was actually… taking care of me. It was bizarre. Confusing. He pulled me closer, tucking me against his side, his body radiating a steady with that felt better than the blankets.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispered, his arm tightening around me..

I managed a weak glare.

He quickly corrected himself, a faint flush the fever.”

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“No, I mean… your temperature. Because of

I just nodded weakly, focusing on sipping the just a fever, Estevan. I don’t need a doctor.”

conforting milk. My voice was a scratchy whisper. “It’s

“You’re shivering like a leaf,” he argued, his voice tight with worry, gently pulling the blanket higher around. my shoulders. “Your temperature is 41.1 degrees Celsius That’s not just a fever,’ Georgia. How can I not be worried?”

I shivered again, biting my lower lip against the wave of cold that washed over me. He was right; I felt truly

awful.

Moments later, the bedroom door opened, and a man a crisp suit carrying a medical bag hurried in. He looked flustered, clearly having rushed here.

Harvey and the butler followed him in, standing discreetly near the door alongside a couple of maids who lingered nervously in the hallway.

The doctor immediately came to the bedside, his manner professional and efficient despite the unusual circumstances.

He checked my pulse, frowning, then took my temperare again. He shone a light in my eyes and gently examined the bruises on my face and neck. He noted the IV fluids already being prepared by a nurse who had followed him in.

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“Her temperature is dangerously high, Mr. Salvatore,” the doctor said gravely, turning to Estevan. “She’s severely dehydrated, and her body is under immense stress.” He lowered his voice slightly, but in the

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