SHEILA

The next morning arrived with a brightness that felt like a personal insult to my exhausted, aching body.

I woke up to the sound of Cherry humming while she brushed her hair, and for a terrifying second, I thought I’d dreamt the whole thing. But then I moved, and the soreness between my thighs—a deep, heavy throb—reminded me exactly how Bryant had fucked me mercilessly last night in this very room.

I lifted the covers swiftly over my legs, suddenly feeling the guilt tug at my chest in a very unfamiliar way.

"Morning, sleepyheads!" Aunt Linda chirped, poking her head into the room. She was dressed in high-end hiking...