Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 123

Jessica signed with exasperation, her gestures sharp and impatient. "If you want to sleep, do it in the bed."

Timothy's eyes darkened, a sly, almost wicked smile curving at his lips.

"You're right," he replied, his voice smooth. "Let's sleep in the bed."

He stood, scooping Jessica up into his arms despite her resistance, and carried her straight into the bedroom.

He ignored her struggles completely.

With a swift motion, he set her down on the bed and leaned over her, pinning her gently but firmly.

Jessica couldn't sign now-her hands were trapped-so all she could do was twist in protest, her beautiful eyes full of defiance.

Timothy held her tightly, his chiseled lips brushing her ear as he spoke in a low, husky voice. "Don't move. Not another inch."

He nipped lightly at her earlobe. "If you do, I'll make sure you won't be able to move at all."

Jessica knew exactly what he meant. Her body went still in an instant.

Timothy released her, then knelt at the edge of the bed, carefully slipping off her shoes.

for her jacket, as

hurriedly shrugged off her own outer layer and yanked the covers over herself, settling into bed as quickly

facing the wall,

rustle of

and slipped in beside her, pulling her into

radiating from him-heat she'd once craved, that had

that when the time came to leave, she

tried to wriggle free, but he wouldn't

and uneven, but his lips were gentle, almost tender, as if trying

was trapped, unable to do anything

his intentions growing unmistakable as

to sleep in the bed had been a terrible mistake.

them as she could, her

"No."

to be firm, but

kissed her again, voice rough as he murmured, "You're my

signing, her gestures

the word. Divorce? He didn't believe it for a second. She was