Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Don't leave me hanging like this... it's torture..."

His lips-cool and gentle-brushed against the side of her neck.

Jessica jolted, her hands pressing hard against his chest, trying to push him away.

But to Timothy, every bit of her resistance only read as coy reluctance.

He caught her wrists, pinning both arms above her head.

Getting her to surrender wasn't difficult for him. He always had his ways.

Timothy's expression was soft, but beneath that gentleness ran a current of unyielding dominance.

Jessica saw the storm brewing in his eyes.

She shook her head desperately. This time, after they'd come back to the room, he'd locked every door behind them.

If he truly wanted something from her, there would be no escape.

She was so anxious, tears pricked at her eyes.

Her lashes were damp, her cheeks flushed pink, heartbreakingly lovely and fragile.

long time, but he wasn't the type to take pleasure in overpowering a woman. On the contrary, he valued

keycard in the lock. Sheila's hand on

immediately hitting the

Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-

forced Timothy

unreadable as he straightened his

had rumpled them. He had never once cared what

Timothy opened the door.

It was Sheila.

flawless, elegant features were frosted

"What is it?"

was

pressed her lips together, apologetic. "I... did I interrupt something? Sorry, but my suitcase is

gone to the convention, Timothy had gone to get the car. Sheila had brought her luggage upstairs and, for convenience, had left it

a bit. He walked over, dragged

no move to stop her from

welled up

shirt was crisp, though a few creases lingered, and his

dark hair was slightly