Spicy Cake Delivery Gone Wrong

I'm a cake decorator.

One day, I received an online order from a girl who wanted me to make an "apology cake."

"Could you hide a pair of handcuffs inside the cake?" she asked.

"I went to a bar last night without telling my boyfriend first. He's upset with me. I want to make it up to him tonight."

I thought of my own fiancé, Adrian—cold and emotionally distant.

We only had sex once a month and never played games like this.

I couldn't help but envy this girl a little.

That evening, I delivered the cake to the address she'd given me.

The moment the door opened, I froze.