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.

more determined not to let this

for once, and the dark mood that had

pushed

her own tongue bloody

until Jessica started provoking him every

him off. That, in itself, was

her face in his hands,

stay with me

lips hovered just above hers,

the door

Sallie barged in.

stopped dead at the sight of

wide, she froze for a heartbeat, then stormed

by the collar and hauled him upright, slapping him hard across the face. "Have you lost your mind?

to Timothy's arm, shrinking behind him for

his

time he got close to

clouded with frustration. Being caught

frustauld mortify Jessica. He

girl behind his arm closer, glaring. "What

Timothy's grasp and shoved her