Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Outside, autumn rain drifted down in gentle sheets.

The raindrops drummed against the window, composing a soft, beautiful symphony.

Inside, the atmosphere grew warm and intimate.

Though Timothy hadn't crossed any lines with Sheila, her mind was already

spinning with anticipation.

Being this close to him, feeling the heat radiate from his body, his skin pressed to hers-it set her heart aflame.

His masculine scent enveloped her completely.

Timothy pressed his forehead to Sheila's with almost unbearable tenderness, his voice a low murmur. "Jessy..."

Sheila's anger flared. So, Jessica really was all he cared about.

"Be good from now on, alright? No more fussing," he whispered, loosening his tie, revealing the sharp line of his throat.

Sheila knew perfectly well that Timothy's heart belonged to Jessica.

She'd even started using the same shampoo and perfume as Jessica, hoping he wouldn't notice any difference when she was near, saying nothing at all when she entered the room.

But knowing he spoiled Jessica so much, even his voice turning soft and seductive just for her, made Sheila burn with jealousy.

determined not to let

Sheila wasn't resisting him for once, and the dark mood that had been haunting him these

pushed

she'd bitten her own tongue bloody rather

never liked forcing her-not until Jessica started provoking him every

didn't fight him off. That, in itself, was enough to

cupped her face in his

stay with me tonight,

lips hovered just above hers, about to

door burst

Sallie barged in.

stopped dead at the sight

wide, she froze for a heartbeat, then stormed over.

hard across the face. "Have you lost your mind? Do you even know

to Timothy's arm, shrinking

his daze. He glanced up,

got close to Jessy, someone or something always

clouded with frustration. Being caught

frustauld mortify Jessica. He

girl behind his arm closer, glaring.

Sheila away from Timothy's grasp