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.

Sheila more determined not to let this chance

for once, and the dark mood that

pushed

own tongue bloody rather than give

her-not until Jessica started

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

his hands, his

me tonight,

above hers, about to

the door burst

Sallie barged in.

at the sight of Timothy pinning Sheila beneath

for a heartbeat,

and hauled him upright, slapping him hard across

Sheila clung to Timothy's arm, shrinking behind him for

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

time he got close to Jessy, someone or something

with frustration. Being caught like this by

frustauld mortify Jessica. He

his arm closer,

Sallie yanked Sheila away from Timothy's grasp and shoved her to