**Doctor’s Orders**
Chapter 53
YARA'S POV
I woke up alone.
The other side of the bed was cold. For a second the old, familiar instinct kicked in—get dressed, leave before anything got complicated, treat it like every other night that ended with a stranger’s sheets. My body still carried the evidence of what he’d done to me. Faint bruises on my hips where his fingers had held me still. A pleasant, deep ache between my legs from the way he’d f****d me after making me beg. The sticky reminder of his c*m that had leaked out of me sometime in the night. I shifted under the sheets and felt the residual soreness throb low and dirty, and for a moment all I wanted was to stay right there and wait for him to come back and do it again.
Then I saw the note on the pillow.
Neat handwriting. Shor
