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

resisting him for once, and the dark mood that had been haunting

she pushed

time, she'd bitten her own tongue bloody

liked forcing her-not until Jessica started

fight him off. That, in itself, was

his hands, his thumb stroking her

stay with me tonight, will

above hers,

the door

Sallie barged in.

dead at the sight of

for a heartbeat, then stormed over.

across the face. "Have you lost your mind? Do you even know what you're

Timothy's arm, shrinking behind him

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

got close to Jessy, someone

frustration. Being

frustauld mortify Jessica. He

arm closer, glaring. "What are

Timothy's grasp and shoved

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