Getting caught for my crimes was definitely not ideal. I sit in the interrogation room, the cold metal cuffs keeping my hands trapped and glued to the table.

I cuss under my breath before I hear the door open, raising my head up to look at the detective or whoever it is.

My stern gaze meets yours and I suddenly remember everything. You’re the girl I had a one-night stand with. My eyes widen before it slowly turns into a sly smirk.