Chapter 4: Kismet...Rings of Truth

Brave…

“Sammy Hoffman William…”

“Yes my dear husband?” she laughed softly looking directly into his eyes before her eyes becomes serious again.

“Hear me well Sammy, I want to be your solid rock of trust, confidence and safety. Allow me to know your heart and mind as intimately as I know your body. You are right my love, we should talk about our family and our individual past but for today I want to give you a perfect day like the nights you had given so boldly and beautifully.”

“It certainly can be arranged,” the somber look is slowly replaced with the now known mischievous twinkle in her soft brown eyes.

Peter found himself falling continuously into the wealth of her eyes. His mouth claims her teasing lips into a devouring kiss that drives them both sensually towards the play field of ecstasy. Pulling her tightly against the framework of his body the pleasurable intent clear on both their part but the insistent ringing of the phone manage to halt them both. With clear annoyance and still holding her against him he answers the call.

Sammy stays leaning against his chest listening to the beating of his heart. The sound gives her such a sense of safety. Placing her hand across his chest she smiles for the still continuing whirlpool of loving.

Her instinct about impending darkness makes the odd notion takes root within her that she shouldn’t step from the hotel. The gloomy thought settles quickly with a tight grip around her heart. She instinctively senses the fear just behind the door.

Peter finishes his conversation finding her clutching his robe tightly her knuckles white her eyes at the door holding her in a hypnotize state.

“What’s wrong my love?”

Sammy swallows several times to gulp down the knot in her throat.

“I am being silly,”

“I don’t care. What worries you beyond the door?”

Her hand reaches up to caress his stubble cheek trying her best to removes the darkness from her eyes. He is no fool reading the fear and worry.

“You will always be safe with me Sammy.”

“I know that from the first moment. I want to tell you about my life but let’s enjoy the day you have planned. Tomorrow is still there. Go and shower.”

“Join me,” he suggest with a sexy wink.

“This day won’t see the sight of us if I do and you know that.”

Sammy found her back in front of the mirror. There seem to be a strange allure about her reflection. She has the odd notion there is something she is forgetting…

She suddenly reached for the phone and dialed a number that just popped into her conscious mind.

“Hello it’s me,”

“Where are you?” the man instantly questions.

“It’s currently not important.” She said evasive.

“Ok at least tell me are you safe?”

“Yes, for now but I senses something and someone chased me earlier. I don’t know why?”

“Sammy is you safe where you are now?”

“Yes,” her fingers turns white with the strength she was holding the receiver of the phone.

“Sammy do you remember what I told you?”

“Could you be more precise?”

“It’s about movement…” he visible paused waiting for her.

“Do you mean about life constantly moving. That I should accept that certain things will never be the same again.”

“Yes, Sammy. Life goes on especially when things are trying. You know what I like to say, if you can’t changed it with talking just moves within the stream.”

“I remember that is why I choose reality and staying positive.”

“Sammy…it sounded like you are in a way happy. Do you want to tell me?”

“Not now as I am afraid I might lose the feelings.” This knowledge suddenly makes her frown heavily.

“May I ask if a man is in involved?”

“Definitely,” she said with sudden happiness in her voice.

“I am very happy Sammy. Now girl, remember never to apologize for being happy or sensitive or emotional. Showing your true colors to another person is your very sign of strength.”

“I should stop driving myself crazy trying to understand. I must accept that sometimes things happen for a reason.” She said to her reflection.

Cast within the reflection of the mirror she sees the distorted face of a man she can’t place. Behind his looming figure she sees a ball of fire and she can swear she hears screaming and crying. Closing her eyes she finds a cold finger caressing her spine making her look slowly towards the door hoping against all logic that Peter would return and not leave her alone.

The mirror pulls her back to face her own image. For a spell bound moment she simply looks at herself. Married to Peter makes her think she is beautiful but instinctively though she has the remembered sense she is in her mind basically just an ordinary person who became extraordinary. The reason for this transformation is the man who put his rings of trust onto her finger. Her heart fills with continuous joy knowing someone loves her as much as she loves him.

Tomorrow would be the revealing of family and them as every day persons with individual personalities. Still looking at herself the somberness just won’t stay hidden behind her eyelids. She furthermore has the insistent feeling she was forgetting something important. The phone call didn’t give the answers she was looking for and it somehow seemed wrong to question him. What however is the question that is starting to eat inside her mind?

Looking intensely at her reflection she tries searching for the question that will hopefully reveal the answer. Her own eyes studies her profile seeing a slender woman with shoulder length auburn hair, surprisingly sexy eyelashes, a petite nose and full sensual lips.

A knock on the door makes her turn away from the mirror and her reflection. Uncertain she goes to open the door. The smiling obviously curious courier handed her the beloved and well-travelled rucksack along with a beautiful evening gown. With a wink and suggestive look the man turns and walks down the corridor.

Alone in the suite she opened the accompany letter, the first from her husband.

“My love against all logic or reason I had just liked you known your beautiful face long before I knew what name to write onto my heart. My whole life I was searching until the day I found you. First you were my fantasy but now achingly beautiful you are my reality. Love you, choose how you want to dress this day, the evening is all mine. The gown is a glimpse of what is to come. Remember though always your wishes come first. Hurry…”

Sammy removes her rings and carefully along with the letter places them beside the telephone. She steps from the bathrobe her body moving gracefully with a clear sensuality towards the bathroom.

Sammy opens the bathroom with a smile full of anticipation for what was to come and in eagerness to see her husband. She heard a buzzing sound and the immediate instinct of danger.

Thinking it a bee she swipe around the air but the small missile hit its mark just below her ear. She sees him stepping from behind the curtains come towards her purposefully.

Trying to open her mouth to scream but no sound escape her lips but darkness settles around her, she slips and hit her head against the wall.

Just before darkness took hold of her completely the vivid picture flashes in front of her mind’s eyes…a child playing with boys then riding her bicycle fast. Sometimes she runs bare feet and was dressed in baggy clothes. The picture shows a blanket of beautiful flowers. Unconsciousness settles immediately over her.

Completely unaware the person with her steps past her to retrieve the small needle from her neck leaving the suite.

Sammy opens her eyes the warm sun caressing her nakedness. Her eyes blinks several times hurting and feeling bleary. It takes a couple of minutes to adjust her eyes to the brightness of the bedroom.

The moment it dawn on her that she is actually naked, she scramble into a sitting position her back flatten against the wall her legs pull up beneath her chin. Wide-eye she look around her. The dull headache is mean and insistent making its presence known.

Sitting motionless while confusion is eating a hole in her; she can’t for the life of her comprehend how she ended up there. A vague memory slips past making her recall faintly the last time her action were her climbing from the airplane walking towards the exit. Everything else is a blank her uncertainty growing not knowing how she ended up in this expensive hotel suite. Her hurtful eyes studies everything around her but nothing seems familiar.

The longer she looks at the suite it is clear someone occupies it. She notices a tie that clearly belongs to a man. This notion frightens her into bolting up right. Her trusted rucksack catches her attention. Moving closer she picks it up and dump the contents on the bed.

Fearful of being caught where she didn’t belonged she survey the suite still nothing seems familiar. The only thing she knows is her rucksack but now looking at the contents even that seems unfamiliar. Confusion mingles with fear building rapidly inside her.

Sammy dress quickly in clothes she didn’t recognize but fit her like a glove. The rest of the contents she stuff back into the rucksack.

“I don’t know who I am.” She whispered fearfully. “I think its best me becoming invisible. I need to vanish from this very expensive room,”

Reaching for the door the words comes floating to her mind but fear drove understanding away.

“I am in love with your smile…the way the corners of your lips curve…”

She has no plan in mind just reacting on instinct, she walks towards the door in the corridor she searches for an exit but somehow find her in the reception area. A friendly man approach her with a smile, instead of waiting to hear what he might say she simply bolted from the hotel. She simply runs wandering the streets of Cape Town aimlessly.

The people around her were just a blur of many faces. She keeps walking searching for something but she doesn’t know precisely what is missing. She is driven with the urge to continued searching.