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.

had been restraining himself for a long time, but he wasn't the type to take pleasure in overpowering a

keycard in the lock. Sheila's hand on the handle-only to find the

frowned, immediately

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

ringing forced Timothy to

his strikingly handsome face cold and unreadable as he straightened

up slowly, tugging at her clothes where Timothy had rumpled them. He had never once cared what she

Timothy opened the door.

It was Sheila.

features were frosted over with icy

"What is it?"

voice was

together, apologetic.

that morning, when they'd gone to the convention, Timothy had gone to get the car. Sheila had brought her

his expression thawed just a bit.

made no move to stop

pang of sadness welled up in Sheila's

though a few creases lingered,

hair