The Rival's Welcome

My legs were still sore. My p***y was still tender. Every step reminded me of last night. Of Hayes. Of how full he made me feel. Of how I cried and begged and still wanted more even while telling him it was a mistake.

I hated myself.

The bookstore was quiet when I walked in. Mrs. Blythe smiled at me warmly. “Aria, right? Glad you came.”

I forced a smile. “Yeah. Ready to work.”

She showed me aro