Whispers Of The Past

Chapter 3:A Date To Remember

Violet couldn’t concentrate while she watched the TV. She had gotten back from work early after Shoshana's fitting; it was a success.

Her mind kept drifting to the events that happened during the day: the upsetting interview with Wang and, most especially, Mark Calvin and Pamela's visit.

“Netflix and Chill indeed,” she said as she tried to relax on the sofa. She was obviously pissed and had no interest in the movie she was watching.

“What the heck was I thinking, that they were siblings? I'm such an i***t,” she said as she pressed her palm on her face.

“Why am I thinking about them, no, him? Most of all, why am I angry?” These thoughts raced in her head. She was angry at herself for being angry.

Just then, her doorbell rang, cutting short her soliloquy.

“I'm coming,” she said as she walked towards the door. She knew who she was expecting, but she still checked the security camera to fulfill all righteousness.

Tamara waved with a smile at her. Violet walked up to the door and opened it.

“Hey, Vi,” Tamara said with excitement as she walked into the house. Violet shut the door, and they both headed for the kitchen.

“Tams, how are you doing?” Violet asked.

“I'm amazing, as usual. You don't seem that bright,” Tamara replied, sounding like she was singing.

“It's nothing,” Violet said.

“Nahhh, it's something,” Tamara retorted.

“I'm all in for the gist. I got you pizza, but first of all,” Tamara said as she dropped the pizza on the kitchen table.

“Why aren't you dressed up for your date?” Tamara asked.

“What date?” Violet replied in an uninterested manner.

“Your date with the Reynolds guy,” Tamara said, rolling her eyes.

“I told you, I'm not going, Tams. I'm not interested in any guy, and you of all people know the reason behind my resolve,” Violet said.

“Of course, that's why we agreed that you'd go for this date in order to have a change of mind,” Tamara retorted. She was getting tired of going over this issue with Violet.

Tamara had set her up on a blind date with some guy she found on a dating app.

“Come on, Vi. You told me that you were going to do something different, didn't you? Don't eat your words, Babe.”

“Tamara, I can't,” Violet said as she banged her hands on the table and retreated to the sitting room.

“Violet, come on. I tell you what,” Tamara said as she trailed behind Violet to the sitting room.

“What?” Violet said, trying to give Tamara a listening ear.

“Meet up with this guy; if you like him, a hundred bucks for me, but if you don't, I'll give you a hundred.” A sly smile formed on Tamara's face.

Violet looked at Tamara from the corners of her eyes.

“Okay, I think that I like the sound of that,” Violet said.

“It's going to be fun, Vi. Let's get you all dressed up. We don't want to keep Mr. Reynolds waiting,” Tamara said as she dragged Violet from the sofa.

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Pamela sat in the lobby of the hotel. Her girlfriends, Diane and Sophie, had just left about 30 minutes ago. She was waiting for Mark to pick her up as he had requested. They had not spoken since they left Violet's studio during the early hours of the day.

She sipped her glass of champagne slowly while observing people relax in the lobby. Then suddenly, her phone chimed.

“I'm at the parking lot.” The message read. She picked up her purse and walked out of the lobby. She sighted Mark's car from a distance and walked in haste towards the car.

“Good evening, Pam. How was your day with your girls?” Mark asked as Pamela settled in his car.

Pamela didn't give a reply; she kept staring at her phone and typing away, nothing in particular.

“Pam, I'm talking to you,” Mark said, getting a bit annoyed by her attitude.

Pamela still didn't give Mark attention. Mark exhaled and started his car, and just as the car started moving, the lashing began.

“What was that all about?” she asked, dropping her phone in her purse.

“What are you talking about?” Mark asked.

“You know what I'm talking about; you can't keep pretending like everything was normal back at Violet's studio.”

Mark knew where she was headed, and he really didn't want to handle this situation.

“You looked at her like you have never looked at me, Mark,” Pamela whined, and she actually sounded hurt.

“No, I didn’t look at her like that,” Mark said. He didn’t sound so sure of himself at that moment.

“Hell, I don’t even know her,” he muttered to himself in confusion.

“Oh, you don’t know her, 'cause it didn’t look like that to me, Mark,” she whirled around and kept her face on the road.

“Hey, Baby, it’s nothing to worry about, okay?”

He had to fix things with Pamela.

“We are just getting back together; I don’t want anything to ruin what we have,” he said.

“That’s reassuring, but will you ever look at me the way you looked at her?” she asked.

Her lips pursed together in a thin line. He didn’t reply to her question, and they remained quiet throughout the journey.

Pamela and Mark had managed to go three whole months without any serious fight. They had the last fight which led to their breakup.

After the incident, he made an effort to take Pamela's complaints seriously. Her betrayal had hurt him in a way he didn’t imagine, and he decided to give her the attention she complained lacked from him.

He knew she was a spoiled brat, but she was the perfect one for him to marry, and he prided himself on being a gentleman who knew how to care for his women.

He had once loved Pamela so much before the breakup. Now that they were back, he tried his best, but he found it difficult. The feelings would never be the same.

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Violet and Mr. Reynolds found themselves in a hotel room.

Violet had enjoyed the date with Mr. Reynolds at the restaurant. He was a gentleman and quite enjoyable, but this undeniable discomfort still welled up within her.

“A glass of champagne?” Mr. Reynolds asked.

“Yes, please,” Violet replied.

“Coming right up, Queen,” he said with a seductive smile. He poured her a glass, headed to the bed where Violet was settled, and handed it over to her.

Violet gulped down the wine slowly; she felt a sensation of comfort return to her.

“Quite soothing, right?” Mr. Reynolds asked.

“The rich grape flavor? Sure,” Violet answered and dropped her glass on the center table.

Then suddenly, an unexpected quick kiss came in from Mr. Reynolds. This sent Violet's heart racing as conflicting emotions welled up within her. He broke the kiss, and they stared at each other for a while.

Mr. Reynolds seized the moment immediately and engulfed Violet's lips in a deep kiss.

Violet could feel adrenaline being released in her body with every touch he made. Violet's breath quickens as Mr. Reynolds's hands trace delicate patterns along her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She tries to push aside the memories that threatened to engulf her, focusing instead on the present moment.

"Violet, are you okay?" Mr. Reynolds asks softly, his voice tinged with concern as he notices the tension in her body.

"I... I'm fine," Violet replies, her voice barely above a whisper as she forces a smile.

Mr. Reynolds pulls her closer and begins to send kisses down her neck, and this led Violet to give out a soft moan. She was trying her best to live in the moment.

Mr. Reynolds immediately reaches for the zipper of her gown. He paused.

“Should I?” He asked.

Violet nods immediately, unsure of herself.

As they begin to undress, Violet's mind races back to her past, but she tries her best to suppress it by taking the lead in the romance session.

Mr. Reynolds was on top of her but immediately she rolled him over and stayed on top.

A smile crept in on Mr. Reynolds's face; she could tell that he liked what she did.

“I love it when my woman leads,” Mr. Reynolds said with a smile.

Violet smiled back; she knew she wasn't doing it to please him but to suppress how she felt within. Immediately, Violet started sending wild deep kisses, her hands caressed his chest.

“You're good,” Mr. Reynolds said and immediately flipped her back underneath him. He needed to be in her at the moment. Violet had taken him to another level.

He planted a love bite on her neck and reached out for her underwear.

At that moment, Violet couldn't take it anymore. The memories she was trying so hard to suppress came rushing in like a tidal wave, overwhelming her senses.

Violet tried to gasp for air as she felt suffocated. She felt the weight of fear and shame pressing down on her, threatening to suffocate her.

“Get off me, now!” Violet screamed.