ISLA'S POV.

Humiliation.

That was the very first emotion I felt as reality came crashing down around me. My head pounded, my body ached, and the memories, God, the memories threatened to suffocate me.

I had been tongue-fucked. Legs spread wide, completely undone by the one man I was supposed to be avoiding at all costs. The humiliation hit like a freight train, sharp and unforgiving.

I wanted to disappear. To fly to Mars and never come back. Because no matter where I went, it seemed ...