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.

not to let this

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

she pushed him

own tongue bloody rather than give

forcing her-not until Jessica

fight him off. That, in itself, was

cupped her face in his

with me tonight,

above hers, about to

the door

Sallie barged in.

dead at the sight of Timothy

a

and hauled him upright, slapping him hard across the face. "Have you lost

Sheila clung to Timothy's arm, shrinking behind

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

Lately, every time he got close to Jessy, someone

Being caught like this

frustauld mortify Jessica. He

his arm closer, glaring. "What are

away from Timothy's grasp and shoved her