Police Officer Asher was buzzing with excitement.
Lying on his bed, his back turned to his sleeping wife, he was engrossed in his phone, his fingers dancing over the screen as he composed a bold message.
"How about it, Detective Gwen? Be my slut for one night, and I'll forget I ever heard you fucking a college student," he typed, a wide grin spreading across his face as he hit send.
He chuckled to himself, imagining Gwen's reaction, but his smug confidence quickly froze when his phone buzzed barely three seconds later.
"Grrrrr…" The vibration jolted him, and he glanced at the screen. What he saw made his eyes widen in disbelief.
"Okay. Come pick me up at home. Park a block away from my house. See you there in 30 minutes. Don't be late. This is the only chance I'll give you," the message read.
"What the f—" Asher muttered, reading it again to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him.
