As accusations filled the conference room against Antonio, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. Sensing an opportunity to voice your doubts, you spoke up.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but do you have any evidence that it was him? What if it wasn’t him?” You asked, directing your question at the main detective. He scoffed in response.

“Are you defending him here? How are you so sure it wasn’t him?”

Your face flushed at the question, your mind drifting back to the events of the previous night.

— FLASHBACK —

“Tell me to slow down if I’m going too fast, okay?” Antonio breathed against your neck as he gripped your hips tightly. You nodded.

“Okay, ready?” He asked with a sly smile.

— END OF FLASHBACK —

The memory flashed vividly in your mind, a stark contrast to the accusations now being hurled against him. You blushed, embarrassed by the intimate encounter.