HAILEY’S POV

Five years.

Five years, three therapists, and one very expensive, very underwhelming vibrator, and not a single other man has made me come.

Let that sink in. It’s a special kind of hell, knowing the only person who can unlock your body is the same asshole who systematically torched your self-esteem.

So when my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number that just read, "I'm in town. The usual spot.", I didn't even hesitate.

I didn't want to see him. My body, however, was staging a full-scale mutiny.

The "usual spot" was a grimy alley behind a dive bar. Classy.

I pulled up next to...