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.

more determined not to let

once, and the dark mood that had been haunting him these

she pushed

her own tongue bloody

her-not until

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

face in his

me tonight, will

lips hovered just above hers, about

the door burst

Sallie barged in.

sight of Timothy pinning Sheila

for a heartbeat, then

him upright, slapping him hard across the face. "Have you lost your mind?

clung to Timothy's arm, shrinking behind him for

sting of Sallie's slap snapped Timothy out of his daze. He glanced up, saw Sallie, and scowled

got close to Jessy, someone or

with frustration. Being caught

frustauld mortify Jessica. He

behind his arm closer, glaring. "What are

away from Timothy's grasp