**Doctor’s Orders**
Chapter 49
YARA'S POV
The swelling went down.
Mostly.
By day three I could walk normal again. The constant ruined ache had faded into a low, filthy sensitivity that only showed up when I got wet or let my mind drift back to the way Elias had looked at me with gloves on—calm, cold, fingers spreading me open like he had every right. Technically I was fine. He had said come back if it wasn’t improving. It was improving.
I still booked the appointment.
I told myself it was just to be sure. That was the lie I repeated while I stood in front of my closet and chose the shortest black skirt I owned, the fitted top that made my t**s look heavier, the heels that clicked just loud enough. No panties. Not because I thought it would soften him—I already knew better. Elias V
