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.

made Sheila more determined not to

him for once, and the dark mood that

she pushed

her own tongue bloody

her-not until

fight him off. That, in itself, was enough

in his hands, his thumb stroking her

stay with me

just above hers, about to claim

the door burst

Sallie barged in.

stopped dead at the sight of Timothy pinning

she froze for a

slapping him hard across the

clung to Timothy's arm, shrinking behind him

his daze. He glanced up, saw Sallie, and

he got close to Jessy,

eyes clouded with frustration. Being

frustauld mortify Jessica. He

girl behind his arm closer, glaring. "What are you

yanked Sheila away from Timothy's grasp and

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